Since Phil was playing in a tournament that day, we turned on a TV to the channel carrying the event.A yell went up and I saw that Phil had just sunk ... thirty-foot putt for birdie. He was now three strokes up.I lost myself in thoughts about Tamara. Was she trying to find me a suitable mate or mates if she died?I called Ralph to confirm everything was set for the next morning. He said he was getting very anxious.George and Bob helped me with the PowerPoint presentation. They both stared at the. I told her you have amazing legs and I have not seen many girls with such shapely legs surprisingly rather than being angry, she liked what I said and asked tumne toh college mein achi achi ladkiyon ko dekha hoga Pune mein toh kaafi ladkiyaan choti choti skirt pehenti hain and I replied haan dekha hai par jo baat tumme hai wo kisi mein bhi nahi.She blushed hearing this and I knew this is my chance, but it was risky as our rooms had only one door and if anyone comes to her room especially her. So anyway, I better see what kind of story I want to write so I can keepcollecting those super nice royalties that keep me in beer and badgirlfriends. I seem to have a habit for picking some winners, maybebecause any decent woman would take one look at the disaster I live inand run the other way.I'm usually better off buying my female companions - at least that's amore honest relationship.Now, where was I? Oh yes, a story. First, we need a main character. Weneed a guy the reader can be. I had reserved a room at the Crescent, a historic 1886 hotel that sits on the top of one of the highest hills in the area. When we walked into the room with the single king size bed, I saw Seema clutch Vijay’s arm and look up at him. She smiled shyly.I’d promised both of them we’d go slow ... no rush. I opened some champagne and we toasted “new horizons”. I walked us out to the balcony so we could watch the sunset over the Ozarks. Vijay had said she didn’t drink much so I kept Seema’s champagne.