teacher, and I’m raising a family. The balance is
important.”

Rama turned and looked into my eyes. His gaze brought
me an exquisite feeling of peace, love, and pure bliss.

He said softly, “I don’t think I can help you as a
part-time student.”

We stood, and walked down the dead streets. We were
alone. Rama stopped and said he would like to do something
for me. As I stood beside him he reached over and very
softly touched the back of my neck. My neck was cradled by
his thumb and fingers. The touch was filled with magic,
and I found myself sinking down to my knees. An energy of
 
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