If you remember Aol used to have open chat rooms and you did not need to have any kind of a real profile it was just a group chat that you could be on...and talk to people. I remember when I would troll the Boston room from time to time and I struck up a internet conversation with a woman who was a nurse here in Boston. She and I talked initially just in the chat room on a couple of occasions and I think eventually we switched over to messenger and became friends on AOL Messenger. Remember those. Ma varu vallu 3rojulavaraku raru, nannu eeyana kachitanganga champutadu tana potlato, kani a sukam malli malli kavalani untundi, nakkuda chinnayyato oka sari undalani undi amma andi panimanishi, chat noru muyyave nenu ela cheppedi, poyi adugu, na daggara padukomani, sare chinnamaku chebutanu melliga, korika teerustale emite anta nachhada adigindi vadina, chalabaga chestunnadu, chinnamma mogamlo anandam gatti potlu, lechi lechi kodutunte adadaniki inka emi kavale, sarigga sukapettevadunte. She spent the entire night mauling over what her next move should be and she decided that she’d sooner reluctantly move back to Butterton with her family, get yourself some dead end job working in a factory and enroll in night collage and start herself another career in a few years than give in to her sleazy boss.The next day Tiffany arrived at work feeling confident about confronting her boss, she already knew that she was quitting and moving back home so what was the worst that could happen?. Once a year, or once every other, she would fly across the Atlantic to be swept into his arms for a few days of passion that neither of them ever wanted to end. Sometimes it was disrupted on her end, sometimes on his. It was no different than any other affair, the usual heart-rending anchors at home, a husband who loved her enough but not quite, children who needed a mother. There were hundreds, probably hundreds of thousands like it, happening all the time, every day, year after year. She knew.