It was just a regular Tuesday evening. I turned to my wife of ten years searching for any clues I could find. Nothing was out of place. As she did ev...ry night for the past ten years, she had been reading before bed. She was sitting up, blankets bunched around her waist, with nothing out of the ordinary. The contrast in character presented by the combination of her silk nightgown and reading glasses had always been adorable to me, and tonight was no different. No different aside from the fact. "I nodded yes.She said, "Before you say no to the clubs without even trying, promise me that you at least go to rush just for the experience. And if you do, you have to choose Alpha as one of the ones you try."I muttered something that might have been a yes, but Carol kept bugging me until she finally got me to promise I would go to rush.I did rush. It was a three-night affair. The first night I went to four different clubs spending about forty-five minutes at each club. I was nervous and quiet. She closed the door behind me and the cool air washed over me. “You are in for a treat, if you are looking for a home that you can retire in. Are you from around here?”“I am actually from Ohio,” I said as I turned around and looked at her. “I have heard a lot about this wonderful part of the United States recently and I thought I’d come down and see it for myself!”Without missing a beat, Sarah said, “Well I know several people from up in the Midwest and I tell you what. Down here you won’t. Please Bhabiji, forgive me for this trouble, I will keep my doors opened.”Bhabiji giggled and told “Don’t woory Bhai Shahib, I’ll awake you on the right time, I know how to awake a sleeping man.” I came to my room and lay on bed, obviously I couldn’t sleep and waited for 6 PM. I began to scold myself for the foolishness, why I told for 6 PM, I could tell 4:30 or 5 PM. At last 5:45 PM I got the preparation for Bhabiji. I lay on my left flank faced towards the edge of the cot and kept my right.