To avoid a return to quarters to recover a forgotten item of necessity I made a quick to-do list in my head of the personal junk I would need for thre..., or more days in the bush: three packs of smoke? Check. Disposable lighters? Check. Weed for a week? Check - no sense running short. Eyeglasses and microfiber cleaning cloth? Check. Change of socks and underwear? Double check. I'm good to go. I selected a functional wardrobe: camo cargo pants, an olive drab surplus army shirt with epaulets, and. We both were having seats 2 bogies apart. Once we started the both met across near the wash area and were talking with each other.I got a seat swap with another person in the same bogie as my girlfriend. We both were talking about lots of things romantically when I suddenly took her hand and kissed it. She got very happy with that and I had kept her hand within my hand and fondling her hand, I kept my hand in her thighs and started to fondle that too. She was enjoying that. Train reached. Brad moved closer, with his face closer to hers now, and with a movement that felt more like a tease, he got closer, just touching. She picked on the cue and slowly they moved to kissing. It always happened that way, the uneasiness and then the passion. She liked his kisses, they felt strong and knowing. Their kissing was passionate and they both felt overcoming to the heat generated by their closeness. They wore only their bath robes while sitting in bed, and their robes fell. After a while, I think I drowsed, leaning back against a pillar, chin on my chest, only to wake every few minutes listening to the minutest sounds filtering through the doors. I had no idea of the passage of time, and after a bit got up to pace lest I become too stiff with the sitting. Theron shadowed me, and Teagan did the same, periodically; we were the only movement in the stuffy building. When my legs were no longer stiff, I sat again. In this way, we passed a very boring, very tense.