Sure, there are a few more wrinkles around her wide brown eyes than there were when we married, and a little bit of a belly, but that's really about t...e only difference, except for the shimmering auburn streaks in her shoulder length brown hair, applied once a month or so to hide the specks of gray that started to appear here and there. I never complained, frankly, because my wife always looked so damn good.It was a Saturday, my short day at work, and I saw the three of them instantly as I. "Shannon looked at me and said, "you can't pick your neighbors John." Yes you can, you can buy all the houses around you and then only sell to nice people", Jane laughed."Maybe that's what I will have to do", I said with a grin.Both girls laughed.They were right. The houses got better as they went. I bought this one as well. Shannon couldn't believe it and now we had three bankers with us and got offered tea at the next house in a tent set up on the front lawn. No one else seemed to be invited. Their shoulders slumped due to a growing, malignant sexual frustration and the dread of what the silly bitch at the agency had served up this time. The arrival of the next candidate was an unexpected treat; they simultaneously sat bolt upright, with wide eyes and a newfound enthusiasm for the interviewee. She spoke well, with ease and confidence, although neither of them particularly listened to her words, as they were each locked in their own private worlds. Christian Lawson-Smith couldn’t. Allison was the first one there, except for a young sandy blond-haired guy with amazing green eyes who sat in the corner in a single overstuffed chair. "Uh, isn't that chair meant for the teacher?" she asked, her eyes skimming the other seats in the room. He was clearly sitting in the most prominent location, and being the only chair in the room, it seemed logical that it was meant for the lecturing professor."Hi, nice to meet you, too," the man returned, flashing a dimpled smile. He stood up.