He began to walk towards her as she started to cry, meaning to comfort her, eyeing Pirahna warily, when all of a sudden, he landed on his back with Clara on top of him. "What the...?" he blurted, startled. Then the odor hit him.<em>Not more crap,</em>he thought.<br/><br/>The feel of her body against his, along with the stricken look on her beautiful face, was more than he could handle, and he hugged her close, despite the aroma of horse manure covering them. He suddenly realized that holding her, along with his memory of seeing her naked in the shower earlier, was causing a swelling in his pants. He hoped and prayed to God that she didn't notice. After all, they just met. He quickly thought about baseball, his grandmother looking at him disapprovingly, anything to reverse the arousal he was feeling.<br/><br/>It worked...for now, as he blocked everything out but his desire to make things right. "You did not ruin anything that can't be fixed. And definitely not with me, Clara. I'm here, aren't I?" he stated, matter-of-factly. "I just wanted you to know that...well, that is...I wanted to say that I'm sorry if<strong>I</strong>ruined anything. I don't want your Daddy to be mad at me, or hate me. Maybe Mom is having better luck..." He couldn't see how anyone could<em>not</em>be having better luck than the two of them, at this point.