The woman led us to a door with a large ‘W’ on it.“Here you are. There are two buttons inside, just like the restaurant. Green to allow someone ...n and red to call an attendant. There are documents inside to answer any questions about the room and our offered services. Please have a wonderful night.”I put the large ancient looking key into the lock and turned it. Instead of a mechanical lock mechanism there was an electronic click and the door popped ajar. I pushed it open and turned to. I didn’t try to see or speak to my wife. On Friday, the team that I led at work had organized a lunch to celebrate the successful conclusion to our project. As the company would probably earn many millions in profits as a result of our efforts, we were told to take the afternoon off, go to whatever restaurant we pleased, and to eat and drink as much as we could. While I was not in a mood for a party, the rest of the team was really looking forward to the celebration, and I did not want to. I was grinning to myself about how surprised she would be as I opened the front door.I noticed several things immediately. First, the aroma of Brooke's special recipe cake frosting filled my nostrils. Then I saw the door to the laundry room, which was to the left of the kitchen, was wide open. Inside that room were what appeared to be two small spacecraft, but which were far more likely to simply be space age technology in the form of a washer and dryer.The thing that really caught my eye was. “hello mrs sharma, I brought this month’s rent” I said“uh okay”. She was still a little overwhelmed and was trying desperately to hide it. She took the money from me and as she did our hands touched. I felt her trembling hand as she withdrew. A lock of her hair had slipped down her head to the corner of her eye, along her tear stained cheeks. Damn she looked beautiful.I just kept looking at her shamelessly and unaware that she was probably embarrassed.“Mrs Sharma, are you okay?” I asked.She was.