That evening (in the mean while telephone no of her home and my residence had been exchanged) to my surprise I received a call from her at my residenc... and I asked her what made her to call up home, Immediately she cried stating that she has been married for eight years and she has two children and her husband has spoiled all the money on business and now sitting at home with out any responsibility and she is going for work to support the family. I said not to worry and I will some how. Why didn't you just jump me instead of playing?” Playing was our term for our submission sessions. “I am so sorry David... I just... I was so horny all day. It was all my mistake, I am so sorry I ruined it for you and I both.” I replied, genuinely sorry that I had wrecked the moment. He nodded slowly and said “Well... it's okay. You paid for your mistake and I know you did not do it on purpose, that really would have made me feel upset. I know you're not a brat.” he said as he leaned forward. At this point, I had no doubt there was some sort ofconnection between the two. Our shared pregnancies also undoubtedlyhelped to strengthen the bond.Within a few weeks, I couldn't imagine anything other than being a womanor a housewife. I loved the everyday, simple routines of my life. Iloved cooking my husband breakfast in the morning and having dinner onthe table when he got home. I loved having lunch with the girls andgossiping and mingling with them. I loved going to the hairdresser. Thursday came and went. I must admit I wasn’t one hundred per cent with it. It wasn’t just being in a bit of a daydream, but also thinking about where we would go Friday night. It was a university town, so there were several options for dancing, but dinner was more limited, outside of chain restaurants. Training that evening was on fitness so it was easier to focus with no technical skills to apply and it cleared out my head.Friday morning, I went out of my way to be about the first year maths.