We've had this verbal back and forth of "I bet you won't go through with it", "No, I bet you won't go through with it" for a few weeks. Hey, she start...d it. I'm just going along for the ride. Finally here we are in her house "studying", (all alone, thank you very much) and she starts in on it again. It's time to call her bluff. I grab her hand and pull her to her room and shut the door.She's standing there looking defiant, again daring me to do something. So I grab her shirt, lift it and her. He bends over his computer keyboard and began to type very fast. The multi-screen LCD Displays lit up while a picture of a man with long sideburns, moustache and a bulbous nose appeared on the screen. Aida could make nothing out of the picture of the man. ‘What are you trying to tell me?’ said Aida coldly and a little confused. ‘Maybe you could ask him for me,’ said Alex. ‘What do you mean by that? Don’t play anymore games with me Alex,’ warned Aida. Alex began digitally stripping away the. You ever have any snot nosed brats who thought they were too good to listen to their old man?" Did I ever! Ah, the stories I could tell..." Why don't you then?" Pops sat up a little straighter. "Well there was this one time, back in... '46 I think. My daughter Lucinda..."And so Alex and Pops spent a pleasant few hours celebrating life."You know, Alex." Pop's said at length. "You're a good kid. A rare breed these days." I hear that quite often." Alex laughed bitterly. "Usually as someone is. ..blah…blah. She completely tuned it out and could only think of the man across the aisle from her. The plane took-off, FINALLY, seemed like a lifetime had passed already, and they were airborne. She took out her laptop and fired it up…pulled down the tray table, placed her laptop there and started to work on her next presentation. Concentrating was impossible. All she could do was watch him intently while pretending to type. She noted everything he did, every nuance, every expression. It was.