There were herbs hanging all around and the floor was littered with overstuffed pillows.An overly large birdcage was spinning slowly off towards the s...de, but it was dark enough that she couldn’t tell if there was a bird inside or not. She assumed they were all to add to the facade. It was smokey and smelled of incense, she inhaled deeply enjoying the odd scents she couldn’t quite make out.‘What is it?’ she wondered, closed her eyes and took another deep breath, ‘Patchouli maybe.’Harriet, on. It seemed I was in very little danger of inheriting that problem myself, whether or not I developed the tendency.A new town brought with it the blessing of a new school, and was a short time only before I became accustomed to the informality of education outside the city. Mr Williams would have been shocked at the lack of academic knowledge shown by the teachers, and the similar lack of capacity demonstrated by the students.The local teachers would have been unimpressed with mathematics. With a sigh, she relaxed back onto the bed before rolling onto her side. She laid still, her head propped up on her hand as she gazed at Mike, her eyes roaming slowly over his naked body.Until the previous night, it had been weeks since Susie had seen Mike -- or Ian. Weeks since she had seen her Dad and her brother. Her lovers.She rolled onto her back, her hands behind her head, her eyes shut again as she thought back. It was over a year since Ian, her Dad, had taken her to Barcelona for the. I was really really nervous.I knew that reading would put me out. For a guy that was a literature and writing major, I really really hated reading. So I began reading some poetry, again opening Yeats, hoping that would do the trick.I care not what the sailors say:All those dreadful thunder-stones,All that storm that blots the dayCan but show that Heaven yawns;Great Europa played the foolThat changed a lover for a bull.Fol de rol, fol de rol.To round that shell's elaborate whorl,Adorning every.