Somehow, I got through the class avoiding looking at Paul, though I wastempted. The few times I glanced in his direction, I could see his headwas dow.... For perhaps the first class period in the semester, he didn'traise his hand, and I didn't call on him. That's the way the week went: I continued dressing informally, and even abit dowdy by my earlier standards. On my way home from school Mondaynight, in a flight of rebellion against the healthy life style I had beenliving since my. I jokingly said “what group is this”? She laughed “Most of us are early widows, or women who were dumped for “trophy wives”. We like to travel in tour groups for safety. This tour is of art galleries throughout the west.” She asked me my name and I said Ron, she replied my name is Alice. Nice meeting you.I went to my room and almost jerked off to the sight of those hot well dressed and obviously well healed women. Then it hit me! There is a bar restaurant on the first floor and these women. As luck might have it, I happen to ping this girl (27 back then). Let’s call her Meenu and she hit me up right back and then we started to chat. This went on for a good week or two. She used to mention that she was happily married with a kid. And I never thought much of it. Chatting on Yahoo was kind of an outlet for me to get away from the maddening world of work. And then one day, she said she wanted to see a pic of mine. I sent her one and she reciprocated with her pics. A Punjabi girl with. "Oh," she said.Another emotion flashed across her face that I couldn't read before it was gone. Then it was as if she collected herself."Allan," she said, "you can't do this. You bought the house; it's yours. I can't let you just leave it for some poky flat." It's what I want, and what you need, Ann, " I replied. "The children need you. You have the chance to be all together again in the house you all love. Please do this for them. I'm sure you'll be happier here as well, rather than in some.