" She giggled and I blushed brightly. She smiled reassuringly at me and stroked my face with her fingertips. She turned and walked behind me. I tried ...o turn and look at her, but she motioned me to turn back around. I looked out the window and heard her sit on the bed behind me. A helicopter flew by, its red and green lights flashing as it took its passengers wherever their journey was taking them. My ears perked as I heard her pick up the hotel telephone and I immediately wondered where my. We were committed to each other." Really?" I wondered. "Did that seem like a commitment to you? Listen, perhaps we're going about this the wrong way. You say you base your ideal relationship on what you put into your strip. Tell me more about that? Does it include hiding things? Does it include refusing to listen to another side of things? Tell me what you expect from me and maybe I can give you a better idea of whether I can meet those ideals."Julie's eyes narrowed and she tilted her head back. I agree with you about this story. I also think what you said describes what I think sometimes. I have been living with my boyfriend for the last year. We both graduated last spring. We still love each other very much and I would never consider leaving him, but somehow it seems the romance of our relationship has dulled a little. It just feels like work overwhelms us and leaves so little time for other things. Like you, I sometimes feel trapped in my life and wish - well, not really wish - but. Mamta boli vinod ek idea hai tum ye kapde utar do aur nange so jao.Mein mamta ko dekh tha hi rah gaya.Woh boli ki uski bahut sari friends hai jo raat ko nangi soti hai.Meine kaha to pagal hai bhai ko nanga dekhe gi.Woh boli ab problem hai to kya kar sakte hai.Usne bola ki woh sirf itna chahati thi ki kal aap office kya pehankar jaoge.Isliye ye kapde to utarne hi honge.Meine kaha thik hai par to kisi ko bataio maat woh boli thik vinod tum daro mat.Meine shirt utari phir pant,phir baniyan aur.