I can’t stop this, but I do love you. I think I love both of you. Can you understand that?” “Intellectually, yes,” George replied. “I think ...hat the more people love, the more they CAN love, but I am having trouble with my emotional self. So you too go ahead. I’ll be all right.” Terry, who had been standing silently, walked over to where Isolde and George were standing. He reached down with his right hand, and took Isolde’s hand in his. With his left hand, he took George’s hand, and said “Look,. “Not a dangerous one,” I said. “I wouldn’t have come up to you like I did outside normally. But it was the question I wanted to ask.”“You getting your answers?”She sipped coffee and looked at me.“Yeah, some,” I said. “Thanks, Alana.”“That’s not my name,” she said.It didn’t surprise me to hear.I shrugged and said, “That doesn’t matter.”“It’s Becky,” she said.“Both names suit you.”She chuckled. “You wanna know something, Andy?” she said. “Hey, your name is Andy, right?”I nodded. “Yeah, I don’t. " Elke, something's wrong. What is it?"She looked at me shyly, "I enjoyed our weekend, but maybe our situation is going too fast. You're not always going to be posted here and..." But Elke, I love you."She smiled sadly at me and then touched my face as she stood on her toes to kiss me—this time with a little more enthusiasm.After the kiss she whispered in my ear, "When there is no good ending in sight, why rush?"So much to my dismay, our relationship went forward in slow motion. I wanted to. I had a seniority in the office and she was asking for all the help from me. Sometimes I was giving her wrong answers because I was looking at her two mangoes! She knew that but she was not saying nothing. We both knew that we started liking each other. We became very good friends. I was going to her house and everyone started liking me which she liked too. I was eating her every day in my dreams and stroking & jerking myself but never dared to touch her. On one Sunday (I was a work maniac and.