He patted his stomach thoughtfully, and wondered if he really could handle those impressions, those experiences again—if they returned. He remembered the sense of increased sensitivity he’d felt during his walk home the previous night, and was still sure it resulted from his being forced into engagement and conflict just prior. And that sensitivity had been pleasant enough, in the stillness of the night, when he was alone. But what about the daily rubbing along with his fellow humanity?
For a moment he recanted even the idea of shedding his extra weight. But then he remembered his physical lack of hardihood in the crisis, his inability of coping effectively with it. And then there was the regular himself, the inexplicable attraction he had toward the man, and the fact that Sharon was conv
