Pressure Points

April, 1984

You know how these things happen: You've been dating the most wonderful girl in the world for several weeks, even several months, when something untoward happens. Maybe something small, like her starting to wear a particularly rancid brand of perfume, or maybe something major, like her informing you that she was only kidding when she said she adored football. Whatever. All you know is that the thrill has ebbed. Your dreams of this girl are no longer feverish. Your finger seems loath to dial her...