It would be easier and safer for both of us if we traveled on our own and walked on the grass." Mark looked behind him and, reluctantly admitted she w...s right. "However," she continued, "I will probably need help getting up those stairs. I don't have much confidence in those thin aluminum rails."With a slight chuckle, Mark helped Trisha get out of the car and get steady on the crutches. He hovered around her as they walked to the stairs, and he helped her climb the few to get into the house.. That's a good sign.Ladies. These are the kinds of things that go through a man's mind when you do those kinds of things. You know, cry for "no apparent reason". After an activity for which a man can lay a guilt trip on himself he will usually start to do just that. If you must shed tears, please re-assure your man that all is well in the world and that you just need to let fly with a few tears for emotional release and that you'll be back with him momentarily.Unless of course you WANT to lay a. “Hi Antoinquette I’m Adam”, you say forcefully stepping into my personal space to embrace me and thereby interrupting my non-platonic thoughts of you. As an afterthought I notice your military-short blonde hair, what’s left, the haunting hazel eyes, Danish high cheek bones, square jaw line and signature tanned and smooth skin, a sun by-product of your Northern Territory upbringing, neatly packaged into a Gemini energy field, ‘pedigree Australian born and bred’ and featuring the classic muscular. She gave in and let it all out. She sat there in his arms and felt his fingers in her hair. And she knew she loved him more than ever at that moment. He had taken her at her most vulnerable and had made her feel the safest she’d ever felt. She pulled away slightly and looked up at him. He took the hand out of her hair and wiped away the warm tears on her cheeks. She closed her eyes and turned into his cool palm. They were so close she could feel his heart beating and his breath on her face..