“Carry ‘em. Pull ‘em behind. Something...”“I’m intrigued. Boats. Sailboats. And flying. Deena, you got something on interstellar travel?�...I realized when I said it that if SHE popped out with a discussion we’d had in the middle of satiated, sticky aftermath a few weeks ago, she’d reveal something about our relationship that I didn’t think was ready to be exposed to Sandy.“Not yet,” Deena said. Her eyes cut towards me, so I KNOW what she’s thinking. “The five of us. That’s our goal, right?”“It’s. There was no Flo. She was just a very vivid wet dream.Then I heard the old floor above me creak as someone moved about. Okay, maybe she wasn't a wet dream. I looked about and saw a door on the far side of the garage. When I pushed on the door, it opened with the creak one would expect in a hundred and fifty year old building. There was small square landing built with old pine boards and a set of narrow, steep, stairs that led through the gloom towards a faint light source above. The stair. She hailed from Delhi, was from a well-off Punjabi family, 5’5, almost my height, not skinny but the right amount of curves at right places. I liked her very much on seeing her for the very first time. As the team was small, she sat just behind my desk.We both started with Hi and Hellos. Initially, she was very secretive but slowly we both started opening up. As the team was small, we had a group of 6 people, all started gelling up. We all go for parties, movies etc. Our buddies started teasing. Hudson," she muttered in a tired slurred sort of stammer. "Sleep well?"He smiled. "Like a baby," he said, and then added "A sleepwalking baby."She smiled and closed her eyes again, nuzzling at his shoulder with her cheek as if she couldn't get close enough for comfort.He sighed, knowing full well that the next few seconds were all that he had to enjoy her. She squeezed him in a hug and reached over her shoulder to retrieve her phone from the headboard. Realizing that they were still lying.