Will, I’m sorry...”“No problem, George. Please, tell Sheila that I had to leave the area because of the investigation. Let’s not make things m...ore complicated than they already are.”“You know, she could fall for you if she heard about your real past.”“Maybe. However, I think that we both were still recovering. Besides...”“Yeah. She’s a bit of a material girl. But hey, you were a good worker. Take care.”“Same to you, George. You were always fair with me.”So, no tears, and no hard feelings. I felt. About an hour later I saw Brad gate open and he walked out this time and came straight over to my balcony and I quickly offered him a drink and he opted for water instead. Brad and I became friends and shared phone numbers and soon I learned that he actually lives alone. He is divorced from his wife for almost 12 years and has two kids, Jack (29) and Tom (27). Both his sons live out of state and so he lives alone. As the summer arrived Brad invited me over for a few drinks on one Sunday. He started sitting close to me. Every now and then he used to touch my waxed hands in the pretex of copying notes or come so close to me that i could actually hear him breath. he would even place his hand on my thighs and rub them affectionately. Slowly i too started enjoying all these small sneak peak touches in between lectures.One day kartik sent a non veg message in the night but then immediately apologized. I realized his feelings for me. the girl in the message wore a light purple bra and. Kevin, her husband, was a big man. 6 foot two inches, 290 pounds (though her encouragement had brought him down a long way—and lengthened his lifespan too), with fine brown hair, a goatee and a mustache. Melissa rather liked his beard because it was run through with gold and red hair and, in the recent past, the occasional white or gray hair as well. He was substantially older than she, at 42. How they had hooked up was a mystery to her friends and his, but they seemed quite happy so no one.