Down the road, he felt his nose itch. The sun was bright and hot, and slight steam rose on the glass, by the dash. “This town sure can melt you,” he thought out loud.
He flipped his shades down and basked in the new, dark, blue world — fast, fast.
An itch. He reached up with his right hand and speared the spot on the left side, close to the bridge of his nose, near his eye. He scratched. Aah, he thought, that felt good; that’ll soothe it.
Near the Loop now. A green Jag is on his tail — hugged in real close. Must be one of those oil rich S.B.’s from Tech, home in the Oaks ’til school starts in the Fall.
He rounds the curve to the Loop — fast, fast — heading north now. I’ll give her a race, he mused. At the same time, far back…
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Evolutionary Coaching 