He strolled to the other side of the room. ‘You know nothing about me.’ He protested. ‘Well it’s pretty obvious!’ I raised my voice this t...ime. ‘Is it?! Well let me tell you then, that you’re a stuck up little bitch.’ He said, an evil smile bubbling to his lips. I took a step back, hurt. ‘How dare you.’ I walked purposely towards him, stopping only when I was within inches of him and I could feel his hot, angry breath. ‘It’s true.’ He said. I raised my hand to object but he grabbed my wrist. Ponce opened his arms and held me in a tight and warm bear hug. It must've looked strange to see a 20 year old cry in the arms of a husky middle-aged man. Mr. Ponce was about my height, 6'0. He weighed at least 100 pounds more than I did, and his grizzly goatee was definitely more developed than my clean-shaven face. I always knew Mr. Ponce was gay. It was impossible for him to hide it. This doesn't mean that Mr. Ponce was in any way a femme. He was actually quite masculine. Maybe it was that. A Kind Stranger 3Mary smiled at James as her eyes softened with love. She suddenly knew he understood her heart ache of being an unwanted unloved orphan. She began crying again and grabbed James hard around the neck. He held her tight around the waist with one arm and gently patted her shoulder with his other hand. After a long few seconds he loosened his grip expecting her to pull away but she didn’t. She was still crying and held him tighter around the neck not wanting to let go.He looked at. Turns out he was right she is about 4 weeks along and the doctor gave a list of things for her to try to help with morning sickness as the doctor congratulates us as we get ready to leave he ask if he could talk to me and I tell him yes, he says alone and I say yes. As Eric takes Nat’s hand and walk into the lobby I turn to him and a he asks, me if I am ready to get pregnant and I tell him he knows I don’t want to carry a baby he tells me that he knows several girls that will carry it for me.