It was pretty easy to use, and I found myself pushing quite hard on the inclines.When the odometer informed me I had ridden twenty miles, I realized D...avid was an athlete. I was barely huffing, and the terrain was very uneven. That helped me feel kind of good about myself. After all that time spent as Brian, sick and dying, being healthy and strong was a wonderful change.Coasting the bike back to my Lexus got me thinking. If David's body is athletic, maybe I could play sports. That would be. All of this and the sheer excitement of innocently talking to a stranger while completely naked kept me hard and left my mind racing. It also left me wondering what to do next. Could I stay until she left? How long would that be? No, I wanted to get out. So what to do? I decided to just do it but explain to her first so I said: "I need to leave now, but I need to tell you something before I do." "You do, what is it?" she replied. "Well," I said, and then proceeded to explain that I'd come down. I’m afraid I’ve never learned to cook! But I can work out how to work the washing machine. But poor Alice...”“I see. I wonder if you might come to see me tomorrow afternoon?”“Not a problem.”“Would you be in for a visitor in the morning?”“I certainly can be. The office can get along without me.”“Then we’ll do it that way. I can’t give you a time for the visitor, I’m afraid.”“No problem.”In the morning, then, I called the office to explain and told them I might not be in for a few days. I popped. I rode to the Tremont Cafe with Grandma Rose and ate a big breakfast there. I left just before eleven o'clock and walked two blocks to Union Station. It was a gaudy Romanesque building of massive proportions, a relic of the Gilded Age, with a vast main lobby graced with chandeliers of clustered, gigantic warm-white globes. The atmosphere was so much quieter than I would have thought; I expected a noisily milling crowd and a rush of people in all directions. Instead, all was quiet and sedate,.