This story began when I was on my business trip in Brazil. I was walking on the pavement, trying to get rid of a sudden frustration and restlessness. Wayward children were annoying their parents, bums were asking for charity, as I walked on the main square of the town. A new-hatched thought brought on a horrible shudder to my body, I understood at last that my senility had been killing possibilities.
She was only 28, and on the edge of 60, I felt uncomfortable even standing next to her. I knew, she wouldn't prefer mature man to a young one. I dreamed of holding her palm, and fever ran through my whole body. I wasn't a blown-in-the-glass sportsmen or a unique artist and I had nothing to offer her. I never felt something like that, and it was really strong feeling, although she was just an acquaintance...
Finally, all hopes, dreams and prospects dash to wreckage, when I saw her with a man and understood, she was the object of attention of sufficient number of men in her life. She was the virus, that spread through my veins, and I had no remedy. Suddenly, I felt myself very bad and fainted...
The next thing I saw was the jet that was carrying me to my house in London and I knew, my wife was was waiting for my arrival in a fever of impatience and had already cooked my favourite dishes. And when I got home, I suddenly understood that having a person, that is waiting for you at warm, cosy home is a gift from god, and this brazilian girl didn't cost even my wife's smallest toe on her left feet. +)