”“Fun too,” she countered. “People stay in hotels on holiday."“Not this one,” I said. “It’s all business. Look at these people." I ges...ured to the rest of the room, where people sat in ones and twos and there was quiet conversation rather than animated chat. “It’s depressing,” I said in conclusion.“My, you’re in a bad mood,” Neema said, patting my hand. “I thought you said you’d got over the separation.”“I have,” I said. “That’s not an issue.”“Girlfriends?” she asked. I shook my head.“I don’t. But, as time anddistance increased, and as our civilizations evolved, we broke up intogroups that lost the common patterns we once shared." There came a point where, as we created the technology to travel withships and wagons, we began to re-encounter those who had gone differentways during our prehistory. It was a terrible shock when we discoveredthat our empathy did not work properly between the different tribes andclans. Mutation and genetic drift over thousands of years had made usisolated. She could see the hands on my waist and she was growing more pissed by the second. I tried to step away from those hands holding my waist, tried to ignore the energy radiating through my body from that one simple touch, but the hands held me securely, preventing me from stepping away. When I felt the owner of those hands lean over and inhale my perfume, I knew Reese was about to lose it. So, when people began to exit the elevator, I moved away from those hands. But the person was still behind. Rachel was all woman, her perfume was delicious, her make up perfect, her lips a deep red and her eyes made up so beautifully. I am really turned on now. She says "Michael this is serious get me home and we will have nice time together" We got to her house and she asked me if I wanted anything to drink "water was my only reply" She came to me with a bottle of water and I grabbed her and hugged her and began to deeply kiss her again. Rachel told me she was really turned on, but she desperately.