already he could sense that she was precariously close to her release . her legs had turned to lead . he flicks through the papers with expert fingers . he straightened , walked the few steps to the front door where his jacket was hanging and pulled a bunch of papers out of the inside pocket . i mean , i never - `` `` can you drive a bike ? '' i was suddenly feeling self-conscious about my appearance , when i normally would n't be . best if we do not wake him . '' 