) After staying on to complete a linguistics MA at Massey University, Fenella went to Paris for five years on a doctoral scholarship at the Sorbonne, ...here she researched the life and work of an obscure socialist poet who had been active in the French Resistance but had ended up, after a period in the ghastly farce of the “model” concentration camp of Theresienstadt, in one of the last batches of Jews to be gassed at Auschwitz. Her sex life during that time continued to be a struggle against. " Gladys hurried off again, struggling to getthrough the milling audience members.Burt allowed himself another little smile.When she returned this time he said, "Gladys, where have you been?" Sorry m'lady. I was taking the wine back." Taking it back? I've called after you until my voice became hoarse. Idecided I want the wine after all."Gladys almost sighed in frustration but Burt could tell she caughtherself. "Sorry m'lady. I won't be a minute." She set off again and thistime Burt actually. When he had moved away for college, I was heartbroken, for I ended up staying behind and working in the family business instead, but I was elated when he returned four years later for a job in a neighboring town, for once again my best friend was not someone I could see occasionally, but someone I could see regularly. Of course, Bryan had changed over the four years of college. He had been exposed to all sorts of things, and he and I would chat about it online or occasionally by phone. He had. "For God's sake! Why don't you get off your fat, lazy arse and get out and do something exciting. It might take your mind off your age and will get you out from under my feet."I stalked out in an offended huff and retired to the pub, drowning my sorrows in a couple of pints. I was leaning on the bar reading a newspaper that some previous customer had abandoned when it leapt off the page and hit me right between my eyes:"Parachute Jumping. The ultimate thrill and adrenaline rush. Classes.