Lovers they become, but they do not arrive together this night as lovers in the sense of loving. Blame the language for the failure to have a word to ...escribe that stage when two people step beyond friendship but do not become lovers in the sense of loving. But, with no other descriptive phrase–aside from ‘adulterers,’ which doesn’t quite fit except as a moral judgment neither makes–they can only be called ‘lovers.’ Tonight, the man sits relaxed on the couch with a cognac in hand. His long legs. Everything else was already there. The love, devotion, and permanent joining of three people into one were already cast in stone. I could hear the seriousness in each of their voices. With a tear rolling down my cheek, I told them I loved them both without limits, and I’d see them tomorrow late afternoon. We said goodnight with phone kisses.At the airport we saw the plane. Pretty. Very pretty, and very, very blue. Let’s say beautiful. We walked around, checking everything out, doors, seals,. In the next cell was a woman, naked as I was, with long blond hair. Again, it was slightly matted, but she seemed clean from what I could see. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were large and swollen looking. She was thinner than the stranger from the past day. Was it a day? I didn't really know. But this woman was also rather attractive in her own way. We all seemed to be sitting on our sleeping pads and awaiting something. After what seemed like hours Wonk, or its twin, came into the. I was feeling ugly and I do not want to imagine anything.I took everything casual but I started feel something different with Rajeev’s behaviour. He is touching my ass with every opportunity and continuously looking to press my ass, I did resist his moves all the time. I do not like to talk to him as usual, he has realized it and for a while he stopped touching my ass. I felt ralaxed. Then I got close to Anand, I felt he is a good friend and not like Rajeev. Anand is keen on studies; he often.