Garrett blinked around himself slowly, mildly surprised and yet also feeling that the occurrence was somehow significant. Statistically it was unusual that they were all rather good-looking, too… More covertly now he studied his fellow riders. None was ugly, none obese, and none decrepit and old. No, these creatures ranged in age from about a fresh-faced eighteen to a slyly knowing fiftyish, and in build from sylphlike to voluptuous. One lovely young high school senior in a thin, polka-dotted sundress looked dutifully studious as she read the novel assigned in some literature class, a paperback held in one slim hand balanced atop her sleekly crossed thighs. Her cat’s-eye glasses made her seem very brainy and diligent, yet those blue eyes seemed to hold a certain secret gleam as well. Sun g
