" Neeka was getting enthusiastic about this, but I was having more misgivings. Still, it wouldn't hurt to sit on it, so I climbed aboard again."It fit... you. That's odd. Oh, I see. All the adjustments are still cranked down for shipping. No one has ever ridden this bike. Do you really think Mrs. Reynolds is going to let you?"I laughed. "Not until I learn to ride one." You've never been on a motorcycle before? Criminy! Do yourself a favor and don't try to learn on this one." No way. But how do I. "So I heard." Came his reply."I'm thinking about going this year." I told him. "I'd rather you not. It's just a bunch of holigans rough housing." he grumbled, then after a moment of silence he spoke again."So what are you planning on entering?" Archery." I replied.I wasn't going to tell him about magic or I'd throw him into an uproar. He grunted in approval. My grandfather knew I practiced archery in my spare time and knew about my pet that I kept, even though he didn't like it very much.We ate. The movie was alright too; I had my hand on her thigh, so in case she didn’t want me too, a hand-on-thigh is something innocent anyway.When we got back home, everyone was sleeping. I asked if she wanted to come in my room and watch a movie or play video games or something. About halfway through the movie, my “other head” was doing ALL the thinking for me.I started kissing on her neck, and rubbing on her thighs. She didn’t respond at all, so I was about to stop because I thought she was getting. The hustle and bustle of cities made him uneasy. Suburbs appeared to him to be filled with artificial and superficial people. The idea of good neighborhoods and bad neighborhoods were meaningless abstractions to him. He felt that people needed to be grounded by surrounding themselves with the natural world.It was easy to underestimate John and his depth of feelings for the things important to him. A conflict might have been avoided, but he carried with him a memory of it that weighed on his.