she reached out for his wrist and he rolled over on his back . i rolled down the window and tried to hand him back his business card , but he waved a hand to signal i should keep it . i could live on her taste and nothing else . still the fear rolled over her , her stomach pitching and tossing like a ship on the waves . i pull him in for a one-armed hug and pat him on the back , and he does the same before we separate . 