Tar ashi hi aatya nehmi aamchya kade yet ase mammi barobar gappa marayala kahi kaam asel tar vaigare. bajula aslyane ti amhala gharatlya sarkhich vata...achi. ticha naav alka hota. te varsha hota 1999. tya veli mi nuktich 10vichi exam dili hoti. march mahina aardha sampala hota. mammi mala kontyatari class la pathavnar hoti. ti ani alka aatya ashach ek divas skali bolat baslelya astana atyala phone aala. ti aamcya kade yetana ticha codless hatat gheun yet ase. phone konacha hota he mala samajala. None more so than the giant sunflowers in the top secret labs. These were the most beautiful yellow colour I had even seen, you could feel yourself being drawn into them. And they were nearly 30 feel tall so each one was housed in its own securely locked greenhouse. After a year of begging my manager I finally got put on the sunflower project. My job was to monitor one of the flowers overnight. I was so excited, and so was everyone. They said they couldn't wait to see how I got on.I reported to. This went on for minutes and it was my turn to bemesmerized. This woman’s ability to be sucked into thedelight, the gift of the moment was a catharsis for me.To give in to lust, to love, she had what I had lost.Then, for a moment, it was broken. A look ofembarrassment spread across her face. Not horror, thiswas clearly a woman comfortable with her sexuality. Likely they had noticed her and her brain wasprocessing the message, “Yes, but you are also arespected businesswoman and you. Before I came to the Philippines, I had told her I wasn't interested in that.On the webcam she had said: OK, I agree to marry if you want.But once I got to Boracay the old Mistress stuff came out again. It was clear from day one at the hotel that she would not be the one, but she sure was fun to be with for those few days anyway.That night we had dinner at the hotel. We were served by a very pretty waitress, who could not have been older than 17. Her name was Jun. The dinner was OK but not.