A barely audible sob next to me tore me from my thoughts. I turned my head and looked at her. Tears ran down her cheeks and I felt a stab in my heart. She was sad for some reason and I didn’t want her to cry. I didn’t have much experience in dealing with women. What could I do to make her feel better?
"Hey!" I said softly and she turned her head to me. I reached out and brushed a tear from her cheek.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked worriedly. "I know, I'm big and you're so petite ..."
She shook her head.
"No! You ... you did not hurt me."
Relief filled me that at least I had not hurt her. But there was still the question of why she cried.
"Why are you crying then? I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with female feelings. Or feelings at all. I have no feelings. I ... at least I did not have an
