CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Liebestod and Verklarung
Distant university chimes staidly announced the ho with Here Comes The Sun. The blue, dry sky continued chill the summerhouse and rustic garden behind Profess Porter's home.
Mona Forbes had joined Nora on the bench, her nak knees pressing on her rumpled jeans. The British academ' contemplated her squeezeable, teaseable sitzfleisch. He wo~ dered if she'd consider doing a TA in Meryl Beveridge' Humanities 237 course next semester. Certainly "Ruski and the Victorian Nude Revolution" needed more spi than slides of Alma-Tadema's tepidarium matrons.
"I trust our li'l arrangement hasn't inconvenienced yo schedule," Lucretia Sue murmured beside him.
"I'll muddle through. My generation trained to the ri ors of the Englishman's Burden."
"I thought that
