“I read your story,” I said. Her skin was warm and damp and clung to the terrycloth white town that covered her torso. “My story?” “She uses...saffron and it drives Albert crazy. Saffron, the smell of Africa.” “It’s been driving me crazy, too,” she said, “but I’ll need more than the smell of saffron.” “I’d like that, too,” I said as she dropped her towel. I took her right there in the aura of saffron tangerine. At the office, I sought out a co-worker. We played handball on occasion and he had the. The mother hugged me and then thanked me profusely for saving the life of her daughter. The officer told me I would probably receive a citation from the Mayor for heroism. I declined, saying that I wasn’t hero material. (The truck driver was treated at the scene, and arrested. After to confessing that he had missed his medication that morning, he spent the next 5 years in jail, and after released was ordered to attend drug rehabilitation.) While all the commotion was going on, the girl’s. The shock of what had happened still had him feeling paralyzed."Oh, nooo," Molly responded. "Tim ... Tim ... it can't be. You ... are you ... did you... ?" She didn't know what to say either. Nor could she move a muscle.The two remained in their positions, unable to accept what was happening. Less than sixty seconds had elapsed since Tim had first begun to awaken from his altered state of consciousness. Both his body and Molly's were still pulsing and throbbing with pleasure. Even though it had. "A few words could never capture her essence, especially delivered by one man. She touched many. Bury her, and we shall have a party, a celebration of her all too brief yet brilliant presence amongst us." He turned away from the chief and embraced his daughter, the daughter of Ahchkah, who had attended her mother to her last breath. She wept in his arms, and he silently cried.Later, following a party that fills the air with laughter and sobs lasting well into the night, all but two.