When I got back a couple o hours later, it was getting dark. I couldn't resist but to look in her room. I saw her in just her bra and panties again. S...e was just wandering around. Then as she stood with her side to the window, she unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor and then she slowly took off her panties too. I received an eyeful of her naked body again and then she began talking. "Who are you talking to?" I wondered, as she sat on her bed. It appeared she was looking at someone. Then. I got up, rinsed my face, got dressed and made my way back to my room. On the way, I realized that I felt better about myself than I had in a very long time. This had been one of the greatest nights of my life, in part because I actually chose for once to live in the moment without another care in the world. The next day was the last day of the conference. We sat together in the sessions we had in common in a most professional way before going our separate ways at the end of the day. We stayed. Both Ken and Dave were wondering what Megan and Amy were suggesting, so the girls had their attention. "Do you know what the game, 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' is all about?" Ken said that he knew what the game was, as he had played it a couple of times, but Dave didn't. Megan explained that at parties of young kids, a boy and a girl would pair off, sometimes by playing 'Spin the Bottle', and go into a closest. For seven minutes, the couple would play with each other. One of them could do anything. I was now in the final year of high school. I never really liked the school because I never had someone to interact with. But this was my fault because I never really tried to interact with anyone. But still, this was kind of depressing and monotonous.Most of the times, I had my lunch in my classroom, alone. Accompanied by the lovebirds of the class in some distant benches, making out, trying to explore new horizons. I wished to be in the same condition too. To satisfy my frustration, I watched.