I admit that I didn?tcare for the mathematics behind it...What I most liked about this whole story was, that the gifted seemed tolive pretty ordinary ...ifes. No secret society, no world domination or, noinfluencing the stock market. On the other hand they did not reallyinstall rules on how to use or not use the gift for each other.In the end Mr. Steinberg gave me the advice, to try it out by myself andexercise whatever I found out I was capable of. He said that this time hadbeen the best of his. My dad remarked that we’re like a couple at times. I admit I have flirted with her a few times, and surprisingly she has flirted back. I’ve kept my flirting in check though, especially when we’re around family, because I didn’t want to make my attraction to her too obvious. She’s everything that I would want in a girlfriend, but I could never find one like her. We played on her PS2 until the pizza arrived, and we took a break to eat. After devouring an entire pizza by myself (it was. There she was, dressed in a tank top, gym shorts and running shoes. She looked great; there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on her.As I walked in, she must have seen my reflection in the TV monitor, because without turning or breaking stride she said,"Hi John, I'm glad you decided to join me. I set up the other machine at a medium walk to start; just press the green button and start walking."I did what she said and soon I was walking at a comfortable pace. Every once in a while I would sneak. THE SETUPWe lived in a flat in Andheri in Bombay. My father my mother and myself. We were just like any other nuclear families living in this urban puzzle. We kept mostly to ourselves but did join in for functions and parties hosted by the apartment residences.Across our flat, in apartment 12B a young man by the name of Tushar in his mid 20’s lived. He, I guess was about 27 and he worked in an IT firm not far away. He mostly worked up all night and I ran into him only in the mornings some.