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She smelled like silken roses. I could taste it in my mind, as I had so many times before. In the months prior when we would be working together, she’d lean over me, and that scent would infect me. It was some high-priced perfume, to be sure. It was one of those aromas that confused your sense of scent with taste, being with doing. I loved its sweet aroma coupled with her delicate perspiration lingering in the evening air. My eyes were closed and I put my left hand on her shoulder. As her eyes closed her neck arched and her face approached mine. I first felt her exhale on my face, and then it was all over. I dragged my right index finger below her right ear to the base of her neck. more ...