.yet all the while his mother's body was fixed in his mind's eye. For the next few minutes Mrs. Dutt plopped down on the couch to her son's right and...they watched TV together. From the corner of his eyes Vickram would sneak glances at her. I can smell Mom, he thought, that hot, sticky scent of feminine sweat. His contemplation was interrupted by the loud footsteps of his sister Sonia running downstairs. "Done with homework," she said, jumping onto the couch on Vick's left. Sonia was. Not good, no?"I was caught off guard by the personal question, but like I said -- Itrusted her. "Uh, no. No, Luck, it's not." Life is not good?"That was getting a bit too far into my personal space, but here I wasresponding anyway:"No. No, it's not, Luck. Work is not going well, but it will get better.It will get better. Everything will get better when I finish up thisproject. I'm pretty close."Luck paused. I wonder what expression was on her face."You want life to be better?" Of course. I have. Nerve endings tingle and shimmery flickers of color dance in the periphery of her vision. Every time she thought of it was like this, and every time she reveled in the special awareness of her own body and its intricate connection with the world around it. Slowly, her focus narrows, to the soft strum of guitar chords in the background, the hot rush of dishwater over her hands, the slow rise of her chest with every deep breath. Moving sluggishly due to this sensory overload, she turns off the. This placed her in a dilemma as she didn’t really want to be around when they occurred. On the other hand she didn’t want to return to England and be separated from Tamara. Also there was the minor technicality that she would also have to find a job, run a home etc. On Vulcano this was taken care of for Francesca was very much treating her as family. For Tamara however it was far easier, joining in the sex games was exciting and appealed to her. Margaret decided that since she was clearly.