What could she have seen in him? he wondered in his sleep. Tall, handsome, virile, wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of Croesus, a doctorate each in physics, mathematics, and astronomy, caring and sensitive and yet an expert outdoorsman able to canoe Class VII rapids using only a single shingle, a former smoke jumper who'd saved an entire mountain village single-handed, one of the founders of Medicins Sans Frontieres -- what could Earleena have seen in him?

He sighed in his sleep for what could have been and awakened suddenly with a Great Need. Sleepily, he stumbled to door marked "Men", little knowing that some trickster had painted over the "Wo". The little icon gave him no pause because of the number of Scotsmen drinking blended whiskey at the bar and who, by the tilt of their kilts, were about to become whiskey frisky.