" Friends is just a word. You can't describe a whole relationship with one word, Em. It's easier to say we're friends. Shirley and I are just friends ...ow too. I wanted to talk to you about the phone call from Shirley because just her calling affects us. The rest of it, I have no reason for believing it's going to happen. If it did though, I'd come talk to you again before I made any decision. I hope you'd do the same for me. You never made any decisions, at least you never told me you made. He was dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt, looking more like a student than a virtuoso. He was seated at the piano, his fingers caressing the keys, a beautiful melody pouring from the instrument. Meredith stopped in the shadows, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes, breathing in the sound. When she looked at the professor, she saw that he was crying, his fingers moving effortlessly. The song was one she didn’t recognize, but the notes were sad and touching. When he stopped, she. After a week again I was chatting with the same girl and this time I was chatting about SEX and LESBIANISM. And I wanted Rashmi to see what I am typing so I left the laptop on the bed and went to the Toilet for some time, and then came back and watched her motions from outside. She had read all and then suddenly I pushed the door and entered inside. She was shocked but looked at me in a different manner. I went to my bed and kept silent for sometime, She was also silent. Then I said, “I am. I went up and it started raining and as I was collecting cloths I saw Sheela doing the same she was all wet in that transparent nighty and her nipples were showing clearly; she was not wearing bra that day. I was so intensely watching her boobs I almost forgot about rain and clothes suddenly her bra flew from stand and landed on my terrace she looked towards me and said Ayan my br… And signaled towards her bra I took all clothes and secured them under the roof and jumped up the railing with.