Well, since you all insist (sigh), here’s the story. In spite of distance in age (she 23 and me 50) Julie and I had a wonderfull relation. She benefitted much from my experience as an older man and I enjoyed her experience that seemed to have come to her so naturally. But… turning 50, I started to wonder if I would remain attractive for her much longer. Not that I was worried sick, but every now and then, I would face the mirror to look for any signs of aging, that Julie could soon detect. Accidentally by this time, I was reading a book, I had found in a secondhand bookshop. It was called The Unbearable Relativity of Species, if I remember well and was written by someone by the name of Einstein who claimed to be a professor. (to be continued soon, please don't interrupt, let me overcome my grief)