Jesus. I was fucking crying. I tried so hard to stop. If he could just be mean to me right now, I could stem the tears. But he was so kind, so totally...devoted to comforting me. He let me cry into his shirt. He rubbed my back. He didn't ask me to please not cry like most men would have. I was probably getting snot everywhere. "It's just... feelings. It's kind of letting out the cork I guess," I sniffed and rubbed my hand against my nose. "Alex," he scolded, but not really. "You needn't be. No problem. I'll go back to the kitchen and let you girls dress, because it wouldn't be appropriate for me to see my sister get dressed, hehe."At the breakfast table I asked Ava's parents, "So have you chosen your dream trip?"Carson said, "Yes. We've always wanted to..." He went on to describe a trip around some places in America."That's it? I can't believe that's all you want for your dream vacation?" That's what we've been looking forward to Mark." It is," confirmed Ava. "I've heard them. Finally, Charlie said, "Hey, I'm reallysorry about what happened a while back. I don't know whatcame over me. I'm really sorry." "Don't' be sorry. It wasthe most incredible experience I've ever had," the littleguy said. "I thought you might be a student here and hoped Imight run into you sometime," he said. "By the way, my nameis Daryl," and he held out his hand. Charlie shook his handand smiled, "Charlie here. Glad to meet you Daryl."About that time, a loud, boisterous group charged into. Very soon we became good friends and she treated me as a same aged friend rather than a kid. We used to discuss everything, she told me about her work and I told her about my school. We used to talk more than studying, we had daily two hour tuition and we studied only half an hour and completed the rest by talking. We talked everything even we talked about her love life in schools and colleges. We used to watch WWE at her house when the female match comes I used to be very excited due to their.