MOST of this story is dedicated to the Number One Paulette Stan, who may or may not want her actual name on this masterwork, but knows who she is. I say most, because that doesn't include the hot business that I can't bring myself to dedicate to anyone. Snort. The year is 1993, and we follow our favorite on-again, off-again couple and their best buddy, P, to Armenia. Much is known about this trip, including the fact that, due to the extreme cold and lack of power, our three favorite Americans shared one bed in the hotel suite. What nobody has ever discussed is whether or not that got awkward... but anyway, it seemed like excellent fodder for a story, so here we are. Spoiler alert: this want-each-other-but-can't-do-a-thing-about-it situation only gets hotter as the story goes on. It's rated Mature for a reason. I don't want to be responsible for anyone seeing something they shouldn't, so please take that into consideration.