My Landlord was a 42 yrs old gentleman employed as a technician in a Indian Govt enterprise. Although my landlord looked physically fit, he was acutel... suffering from a litany of chronic diseases like hydrocele, gallstone & diabetes. He was exhausted due to the frequent trips to Hospitals & diagnostic centres. However, he was very friendly with me & trusted me for advice regarding financial & other matters. He had a college going son & since I had a brilliant academic & professional career. The “Sniper in the Tree-line” is a bit of an inside joke because it was used by me on one occasion to get a visiting Hollywood starlet to huddle in a foxhole for a memorable fifteen minutes of pulse-pounding excitement. The “Sniper in the Treeline” nickname added to my own was a lot better than being called “Bugs” by perfect strangers.Strictly a nickname to denote less than sane or logical response mechanisms in the midst of chaos, “Bugs” was not related to anything sexual in nature despite. But he took my hand and led me towards the restaurant. I was happyTony liked what he saw but was it real if he did not kiss me. I waslonging to be kissed but since I was the girl, I had to let him make thefirst move. I realised I was an old fashioned girl!--------------------------------------------------------------------We had a lovely dinner, with Tony being very attentive. He acted like theperfect gentleman, making sure I had everything I needed as we chattedabout our pasts, loves, likes. I had written several novels, but had found no success getting published. My wife, Laura, had had to work to keep food on the table, but adamantly supported me in my dream. Finally, with my fourth completed novel, Smith and Nelson in New York liked it and bought it. It took off in sales, and landed near the top of the bestsellers list, staying there for a couple of months. I still get giddy when I see that novel, 'No Longer Alone' by Jeremy Waters. The publisher pestered me for another book, so.