"Nah, don't need one," said Chris. "Just fix me the grub and I'll be backafter I piss."Doris just shook her head and held her tongue as she cooked him...a nicebreakfast as he headed into the bathroom.There was really no conversation as she fed him and he barely engaged herat all before he was out the door. She spent quite a bit of her time onthe phone with his mother, trying to understand how to deal with him untilagain he came home late in the evening and went straight to bed."Oh good morning,". Most guys don’t like skinny rakes.” Ok I admit it: I deliberately used the word ‘most’ to feed her anxiety just a little…“Someone called me a fat sow.”“What kind of asshole would say that? Besides you know that’s bullshit, right?”“Well I’ve got a gut….it’s embarrassing…”“Charlene you’re a bit curvy, but guys love curves. Anorexic bitches have tight abs. And mental disorders. Oh my god I ate 7 g****s not 5- I better go puke them up!”“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”“Maybe. But you. I was thinking what kind of man should I look for , how should I approach him etc etc.Thinking about all those things I just slept off for some time. When I woke up an aunty (35-40 aged) was standing in front of me saying it’s her berth and I know mine is upper one and I said sorry I just got a nap, she smiled and said its ok and occupied that seat. While getting into the upper berth I saw an expensive bag but couldn’t find anyone there.I lied there for some time but having slept before I was. They also immediately blocked me out of the conversation.I booted up my laptop's camera and started video-taping the exchange. I was pretty sure these two would get some kind of reaction from him. They were both very pretty girls. The younger one was in her early to mid twenties. She had very long very light blond hair and green eyes.She had large obviously fake boobs and a breathy little voice. She had to be at least 5' 11" and still probably weighed less than I did.My ego was really taking a.