My uncle and aunt had gone shopping for tomorrow's barbecue and when I was back at home they had already arrived, my uncle thought me as a child prodigy when he had met me last. I was only 11 then, but finished a James Hadley Chase and understood every bit of it. Little did my uncle knew that the child prodigy had become prodigal over the years. Janice came again, at aprroximately 2:00 pm, and we started talking about ourselves. She was Nepalese by origin but had been in US for good 15 years....she seemed a really smart girl to me...working as a webdesigner and studying full time in CUNY was not a piece of cake for everyone. One top of that, she played good tennis too. I talked about my family back home and my dear wife. She seemed to be startled for a second hearing about my wife but was back to her normal self the other. Infatuation was imminent...but we both knew where to draw a line. We talked endlessly and I was glad I met her. The same evening, we went down by a nearby peer and drank margarita. One of her schoolmates owned that place. The barbecue was fun, with a lot of people, there were some I knew back home. My uncle was busy drinking beer and talking to the people, and my aunt suddenly dissappeared, therefore I had to do the dirty job of cooking raw meat. By the time I finished, I was stinking of chicken, onion and charcoal. I was leaving the other day,and so janice wanted to take me out to a fine sea food restaurant. I had to ask uncle and aunt first if they had any plans for me.My uncle was in the back yard, hand on his hips and looking at a water hose as if it had just offended him. He was thinking something else and that was enough for me to know there were not any plans later. Janice and I went over to a yatch and drank more margarita, the lobsters and clam never tasted so good. We got home at around 11, and bid each other goodbye. She promised me to drop me at pennstation tomorrow morning. I was leaving for Boston. She fetched me at exact time, she was never late, never missed a beat. After reaching Manhattan, we drank some frappucino at star bucks queitly...with our eyes talking. "so you are married huh, what were you doing with me?" they said "whoa...we only met for a few days....don't get any ideas", retorted. But that was not what I was thinking....i really appreciated every moment she spent with me, a good friend, she could have been much more if there were no such things as commitments and obligations. As most guys put it crudely: "I would have done her in a heartbeat if I were not married". She boarded me into the train, and told me something I would never forget in the years to come. "John....it was nice romancing you". She said and left quickly with a smile.