Ms. A, whose driving style made him feel as if he were floating through some interplanetary womb structure, kept looking at him out of the corner of her eye and he knew that he was becoming uncontrollably attached to her presence. She dominated the scene.

"This is too much," he said, as if by saying out loud what he felt was happening inside he could somehow convince himself that this was all true and that he was about to experience the ultimate pleasure trip of all.

"I'm falling for you Ms. A, and I'm falling for you hard and I'm falling for you fast. What's happening?"