I asked she wanted to leave? She said no I'm OK. She excused herself to go to the rest room and get us a cold drink. I held our spot up front at the r...pe. I was bargaining to worry after close to an hour had passed before she came back. I asked if the line was long? She said that isn't the only thing that was. I took me drink and we watched as the first runner came to the finish line, no big surprise he was was a skinny black guy from some shit hole country. We stayed untill the slow walkers. " He took her into his arms and just held her.Their brunch that morning had been a leisurely affair. It seemed that after their barrier breaking talk of the night before everything had changed. They seemed to have a new level of comfort with each other. Neither of them seemed at all hesitant to speak their mind; neither one couched their language with phrases designed to protect their own feelings."I'm sort of looking forward to seeing how we do at the tables this afternoon, Annie. I know that. " So, you've thought about me before, romantically Sammi?" Yes, but I put it off to the fact that we lived together, and we were each other's best friend ... and the best way to mess up a friendship is to fall in love, isn't it?"While walking back to our hotel, I decided to broach a potentially troubling subject."Sammi, are you on any kind of birth control?" Actually Sam, Yes - I am, but I only started four months ago, thinking that I might end up with you, and I didn't want spontaneity broken. Every evening I did it with myself in the plastic pants and sometimes several times. If possible, I also put on the plastic pants under my clothing during the day. That felt horny. The plastic pants also had a certain odor and got excited. Only later did I realize that those odors could be remnants of sperm or urine. I did not realize at the time that this could be the beginning of a permanent sexual need to get ready in the plastic pants. That this was the start to my sexual life with plastic.