“Planning? I have only planned where we are camping that’s all. Umm, shall we get going? It should only take an hour to get there,” I replied al...ost too hastily. “You haven’t made plans? And you’re still functioning?” Jolene smiled and laughed as she looped her arm with me and kissed my cheek softly. I blushed and nodded feeling at ease for the first time since the day had started. I led her along the track, letting her guide the conversation along the way. I stopped her at the turning, right. The looming landscape of Rome silhouetted behind her head was a regal sight,bringing to mind all the wonderful treasures of the Mediterranean. I lookedback at my Painter. Perhaps I too had become as wealthy as the emperors ofold, at least when I considered the wonderful talent and beauty of the womansitting across from me. The rich coffee delighted our pallets and she spoke of her latest painting,finished, and on display in the Il Fiore Rosso Gallery,deep in the center of the city. I had seen. We spent a while, just chatting, drinking and mucking about when one of the girls suggested a game of frisbee tag - girls against boys - I joined the girls team of course!It turned out the the girls and 3 of the boys were couples and the other two guys were just friends. As we went back to our spot on the beach to get a rest the couples started to suncream each other and the two guys decided to help me again. This time I was lying on my front of a towel and as well as my back and shoulders they. And my skin was cleansed of my experience. So how do I explain?Her scent lingers still, and my flesh once again becomes firm. Can she sense that from where she is? Does she too imagine the flesh, my flesh or her own, as part of this twisting of time, where yesterday becomes today, and where past becomes present and future? Does she control time to that extent, where she can place herself beside me, where our bodies once again touch, but this time with no armour and with no boundaries?Can she.