Paul returned, the three sharing a long walk around the grounds and dinner, Paul lovingly feeding his ex-wife.As they returned to the car to begin the...return journey, Paul held Rhonda's hand."I hope, somehow, she understands." She understands," replied the other love of his life. "Next week, let's bring her roses. A woman loves to get roses."For Lin Tai, the week passed all too quickly. Wendy tried, on several occasions, to talk with her, but the Asian was despondent. Never considering the. "Scent of a Woman" Interior: typical kitchen Nadia and Hank had been neighbors for some time now. At one point after Hank's divorce, they had been lovers briefly. Winnie, Hank's ex-wife, and Hank were still on good terms and occasionally got together. Winnie and Nadia were friends socially. Winne had even thrown several not-so-subtle hints to Nadia until Nadia explained that she wasn't into women the way Winnie was. Hank was in the kitchen filling a large pitcher with ice when Nadia knocked on. We were graduate students studying sexual deviation, partly because of professional interest and partly because of very personal interest. We’d been fucking our way through graduate school together, as much professional partners as personal. Having each other available for all the banging we needed took a lot of distraction away from our graduate studies but we were getting to the point where we needed to do a research project and we got permission to collaborate on this one.We looked at all. A vortex and I am slowly rotating and leaving the scene below me. The figure lying there and those around her gradually disappear as I am drawn away, gently spinning down long a tunnel. They are gone and I am spinning faster in a children’s kaleidoscope of brilliantly coloured patterns, drawn along by some unseen and gentle influence. I am loved… I know I am loved… the unseen power tells me wordlessly I am loved. I, the unlovable, am loved. In the far distance amid the ever-changing patterns.