They have been looking for an apartment they could move into, but I'm not ready for them to leave even though they are adults. Their father cheated on...me and I was heart broken, so I'm not about to lose them too. So I asked them to stay, they said they would for a little while anyway. At some point in time, something happened with them. I had literally no idea about it though until one Saturday night. We were all hanging out watching TV. “So, neither one of you have anything to do tonight, you. ”Grant answered, “In this time, a girl is expected to marry shortly after she’s fourteen, and if she hasn’t married by the time she’s eighteen she’s considered an old maid.”“So in addition to warning me, you’re also telling us that we’ve got as much to learn as do the downtimers.”“Exactly. We’re not going to superimpose our culture on them, but we’re all going to learn to adapt and throw out a lot of things considered right by tradition.”“What does tradition have to do with things?” asked. I quickly headed back to my apartment where I lived alone because I preferred it that way. With nobody sharing the apartment I could come and go as I pleased. And with no boyfriend to get jealous of my frequent sexual exploits or my extremely lewd exotic dancing I could take any man, or men for that matter, home any time of the day or night. Once there I changed out of the jeans and jumper I had worn to the studio and switched to a black mini skirt sleeveless bolero jacket combination to wear. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said as she set up in bed and stretched. "What's this?, Breakfast in bed? Did I die and go to heaven?" she joked."Nope, I just wanted to make sure that you had plenty of strength for today."Janice looked at Tim with a worried look. "What's going to happen today that I need my strength?" she asked as she watched Tim sit a tray with cereal, toast, orange juice, and coffee on her lap."Well, we are going to go to the gym. I think you are a little out of shape," he.