Leaning against the bar, she saw the teeming mass of bodies writhing on the dance floor, and felt her own growing desire to join them in their revelry... Instead, she held back, and observed the same ritual unfolding before her eyes over and over across the room, as dozens of pairs of men and women, driven by irresistible instinct, stimulated each other's bodies into an arousal that would ultimately result in mating. She was struck by the absurdity of it all, by the lengths they would go to to. I don’t like ... not knowing something. So I spent the weekend dissecting a young woman’s largely unremarkable life. That is the name that popped out.”“God damn it!” I said in a loud voice. “You know...”“I know,” the professor said when I trailed off. “That situation ... even I don’t know the full story. But I know that you went out of your way to paint the separation as mutual – in spite of the awkward timing. I know people, Travis. I’m saying that in the generic sense. I know how people. She was about to fall down and I grabbed her right boob with my left hand by instinct to stop her from falling.It was a very awkward moment for both of us as I stood silently without knowing what to do. She smiled and thanked me. We started to move up. Throughout our trekking, I had helped her to climb up and down. I had every opportunity to touch her boobs, waist and her ass cheeks and I grabbed those opportunities very well with both hands. Definitely, I was so loving this trekking.I thought. Somewhat ominously, however, the next sound to enter my consciousness was the music playing from my phone:“Lately I’ve been thinking / I should move away / No reason left to stay / This house is haunted anyway...”I sometimes thought that Eddie Money remained on my playlist to satisfy some sort of masochistic tendency. This song will always and forever be associated with driving to the airport in Denver at 4:00 in the morning to fly to Rhode Island after my grandmother passed away. Not terribly.