The Healthy Animal Moves Towards Pleasure
by Adam BonislawskiPage 5 of 5
And unneeded besides. Up ahead the road widened briefly—a turning lane on the right running up to a traffic light, still red as Ken approached it. He slowed. The light turned green. She slipped into the turning lane and whipped past him into the intersection, cutting in front, tapping her horn in a friendly farewell before accelerating around a bend and out of sight. She hit the highway a minute later. Down the ramp, around the retaining wall, and up the rise onto the smooth, broad, black, empty ribbon of road.
