It was getting worse every day, Adele realized as she leaned over the toilet seat, hurling. She merely came to work when one of the men passed her by and God knows, she had no idea if the man got straight from the gym, or if he took his bath that morning at all, but the instant she caught his odor, a series of flip-ups began in her stomach.
Yeah, it was a violent dance in her stomach and it was a wonder how she was able to compose herself until she came into the privacy of her office, and here she was. These days even the smallest scent could trigger her nausea, especially a male's.
Adele didn't know if this was a ploy by the children to keep her off men - not that she had any space for any man in her life at the moment, not even their father - but whatever it was, all she could say was that it was working. The scent of most men upset her and Adele was not happy with such hormonal changes since the majority of people she worked and associated with were men.
