It felt like if Ionly let my eyes lose track of him for a second, he would grow eventaller. His father had been an imposing man, so I guessed that Erl...thwould also be such one day.I had thought about what would happen if I were to marry Francis. I wasapproaching my 20th year of living and it was a proper time for me tofind a husband. I had met lots of men whom I'd fancied, but none werecomparable to my oldest friend. Could he find it within himself to lovesomeone such as me? I had known him. So, out of sheer admiration, I found any and every excuse to go into her office as often as possible. I would take her files, or ask for files. I would drop faxes off whenever I passed the fax machine and linger overly long when taking her one of the many cups of tea made throughout the day. In this way, little by little, she began to notice me and slowly, gently, we became very fragile, almost friends.Of course, we could never be friends. Not in any real sense. But little by little and without. My brother Rahul fell in love with a girl from his office and got married to her. I didn’t like his wife as I always believed that my brother deserved a better girl. His wife was average looking, and was not a very efficient home maker. After she came to our house, slowly a distance crept between my brother and me. We used to talk less often, as he was busy with his wife. Though my brother, my best friend, had made a distance from me, I could sense that he was happy – always smiling and making. And to answer your question. These things are real, have happened, and have helped me live a very full and adultered life. Hope you enjoy -redd_Growing up on a farm out in the middle of nowhere my closest neighbors were about 10 miles away. On a clear summer day, with our wheat freshly cumming up you could see for miles the next farm over barely visable along the horizon line. That would be the Allendar farm to the North, To the south was the Bazires, Mason's to the west and the.