The cases we were assigned in the business management class were becoming more complex, but we had longer to prepare our paper. The Monday night meeti...ng would be to agree on research assignments. We would meet again to discuss the case and to write our paper. I made a list of questions about the case, resolving to spend Monday afternoon at the library. At midnight, I shut down my computer and headed for my bedroom. Victor was still working at the folding tables in the front room."Goodnight," I. No guys.” “Well, then maybe it’s just a matter of …” it hit Ana “…oh. Ohhhhhhhh…… I … ohhh … so you’re …?” Carla nodded warily, half expecting Ana to bolt from the room screaming “Everyone run – there’s a lesbian in the sun room!!” That didn’t shock Ana, for some reason. It did quicken her pulse a bit, however. She wasn’t quite sure why, but it “sounded right.” There were so many things she wanted to ask, but she didn’t want to bombard this crying girl with a thousand questions. She tilted. As other passengers were still on upper berths, there was not any problem in sitting. But to my surprise, though enough place was available on opposite berth, the lady tried to get sit on my berth.She requested me with a smile and I happily moved little bit to give her space to sit. She sat inclined towards me as not much space was in between. Her outer thighs were in so close touch with me. I was feeling the whole side way contact with her. After few minutes, I asked about there destination.. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow motion, touching her face and her closed eyelids with her finger tips, softly stroking her thick eyebrows and freckled nose to feel the sensation of life. It was real. This was an unusual morning, unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tricia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over.