Chapter One
Ambrosial is the scent of woman. As
always, even before I was fully awake, I knew
by the scent that she was there beside me. It is
indescribable and, to some, undetectable-too
many men of my acquaintance have told me
they are unaware of it, except under obvious circumstances,
which seems to me very sad-but it is the scent
of heaven, and on those rare mornings when I awaken to
its absence, I am possessed by a terrible depression, combined
with the need to experience it again as soon as possible.
This morning, however, it was not absent. Gratefully I
reached out for the sweetness beside me, not yet awake
enough to recall who it was. It didn't matter. The scent
told me it was female, and my hands soon confirmed that
conclusion. Soft it was, and warm, with smooth skin, with
yielding breasts, round behind, sweet tender thighs ...
"Good morning," came a throaty voice, and then I remembered.
Phyllis. Blond, pretty, kittenish ... and married.
But with a husband who traveled. Very convenient.
The trip that had taken him away this time was not the first
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