Finaly i could answer her:-It´s okey, Ill just sit her under the roof at the front door and wait untill you are done!About 10 minutes later she was d...ne, she shaked her head and tried to shake some of the water out from her hair. I just sat there and looked her, I didn´t realise that I had started to get a boner. Luckily she didn´t see it and we went in. When she saw her shoes she said:-Wow, they are really dirty now aren´t they?I replyed: -Yea they sure are! But they look good, and they also. Then of course there was the time spent trying to avoid Mike Voles who had made it his mission in life to cause Bryan as much pain as possible, whether it was the physical pain of being punched in the stomach or the emotional pain of having his pants pulled down in the cafeteria.What was left of each day was spent fine-tuning his time machine.With the money he had gained from subtly manipulating the financial markets, Bryan had rented out a storage lock-up and spent most evenings in there. Forty hours to a private license, that part had been completed before Jeff could fly me anywhere. Two fifty to a commercial, two thousand for that coveted ATP. One forty of that in a multi-engine, two hundred total IFR. Jeff had lots and lots of hours to burn in the little 152 based at Tamiami whose owners charged only by the accumulated numbers on the Hobbes Clock. As much as possible I was his persistent companion there in those hours. As much as possible we talked sharing our common. "No one has ever been so kind before."His mother motioned for him to come. I could sense that she was embarrassed, but was unsure as to how to deal with me. I figured that she felt the best way to respond was just to leave.I tried to put the incident in the back of my mind. I figured that I would never see them again and that would be that. I could go back to being my grumpy selfish self and the world would just keep on turning.Several days later, I heard a knock at my door. The knock sounded.