After completing my work in Delhi I reached the hotel where we had booked the room. She also reached at the same time. As always we greeted with a hug...and checked in to the room. Since both of us were alone in the room for the first time neither of us took the lead. We were sitting on the bed and talking. It was a time of winter. So I opened the blanket and soon our bodies were touching each other.We held hands and we were talking. I gave her a peck on her cheeks and she smiled. Following. ..................This is a story about me and my best friend.I tried once when we in high school when we were drinking at my sister's house but he didn't like the advises so i stopped..... A long time had passed we got older, didn't see much of each other, over time but some times our paths crossed...We would talk about old times and what we were up to.. One time he asked me if he could stay at my house because he did not have a place to stay since his girlfriend was kicking him out... Me. Please!" Then her voice came again. She said, "I can't." I didn't understand what was going on, and I didn't know what to do for a minute there. Then I recalled Ramsey's keys, so I pulled them out. It took me a couple of tries to find the right one, but then I did and I got the door open and went in. She wasn't in the front room, so I called her name again. I heard her say, "Oh, god!", and she sounded real strange. It came from one of the other rooms--there was just. Sharon had spent the entire day on her feet, and the day had started three hours early and ended an hour late. Twelve hours climbing up and down ladders, counting pens, rulers, boxes of paperclips (thank god she didn't have to count the contents of each box!). The overtime would be lovely but, right now, her body didn't care.At last, she was home. She closed the door against the world and dumped her bag on a chair.And there he was - a smile on his face, a hug in his arms and a glass in his.