Thus, I am a scientist practicing art. Of course, art itself is a word that changed meaning fairly recently, which can easily divert me to talk about ...anguages – another important aspect of anthropology as a whole, and epigraphy specifically.All of which, of course, made the journal all the more fascinating. Not only did it have that tinted writing, but it had some hitherto unknown writing on it. Once again, I considered that the alphabet was far more recent than the presumed two millennia that. I sat trying to watch the rest of the movie but failing miserably as my brain replayed the feeling of Nao in my arms, her breath against my neck and the sound of her voice over and over again.The bus shuddered to a halt as we arrived back at the campus parking lot. The lights came on and people began making their way off the bus. I gently shook Nao’s shoulder.“Hmmm?”“We’re here. Time to get off.”“Okay, okay.” She stretched and yawned, then looked at me expectantly. “Well?”“‘Well’ what?”“You’re. This was obviously arousing to my simple man's mind, two beautiful women kissing, but I had to also admit, it was really sweet. They clearly were very happy together, and it wasn't just hot and sexy, it was touching and romantic. Obviously, I still wanted to watch them having hot sweaty sex then get to join them, but still, it was sweet to see their relationship. More urgent, however: I needed this erection to go down. I held the volleyball in front of me, as hopefully a distraction, and. Images of our friendship passed through my mind: Addie had worked for a small company that leased office space in my building. Oh, not 'my' building, I mean my firms building. I was an up and coming executive with them. I would rise to a vice president level before leaving to start my own public relations firm, but I'm meandering and should get back to the point, which is of course, Addie and how we met.I should add a word about myself – the me of that time. I was not an introvert, nor was I.