A fast paced urban tale of self exploration and spontaneity. Or was the meeting fate? A fun sequel to your previous story.

I can't imagine meeting girl and ending in a flotation tank soon after that. Wouldn't that be grand? Then the whole world would open up in layers upon layers of adventures. Or is there a limit to spontaneity? Perhaps, there is something to be said about laid back stability and cheerful predictability.

Love your tale. The subtle implicit romance. The sexual tension simmering between the two. Whatever happened to Mrs. Weihrich?