It was like looking at an Escher print; if hestarted at one edge at a place he clearly recognized and panned his viewthrough where he *knew* the facil...ty was he reached the opposite edge atanother recognizable landmark without comprehending what was in between.He'd long since given up on understanding the unique installation andjust accepted its mystique. The normal rules of physics and common sensewere bent once you passed through the entrance. He had a while beforeDee would be home from her. ”Chandi laughed. “I’ve never even met the fellow. Just correspondence. I found a cultural anthropologist whose writings fascinated me, so I sent him mine. He’s definitely interested. In my writing!”“He just hasn’t met you yet,” Cheryl giggled.“It can’t be a large group,” Joe asked. “Cultural anthropologists.”“I haven’t exactly put myself out there in that academic community,” Chandi admitted. “Bridgetown is a bit of a backwater institution. I’ve never gone to any gatherings. Actually my first. Riya-brother I had one when I entered college, but I guess that was not love, it was infatuation, we both were young to understand the meaning of love, so our relationship never lasted more than 6 months.Pankaj-ahh ok, so was he the only one you had been in relation with, or…….Riya-well, I never liked anyone else after him, then I got serious into studying after 12th, so no time to keep boyfriends, haha.Pankaj-so no boyfriends, so no sex too? I mean do you have any experience in sex?I went. He was your typical ex-football player, imposing, and quite rough looking. A friend of mine had told me once that Mr Sullivan had tried to put the moves on him in the locker room once but at the time of my detention, I forgot about that and was only interested in getting home so I could play before my parents came home from work. Anyway, I went in, said hello to Mr Sullivan, and took a seat in the middle of the room. OK, he said, just make yourself comfortable and relax. Im going to be reading.