the thought made the heat in his flesh bloom up through his belly , and he did squirm . although he found it tiring the pace of a conversation was hard to keep up with . a man , short and wide , maybe sixty years old or more . of course q would n't travel under his real name . `` i never went home again until my mother 's funeral . these days eric was having a lot more happy moments than i was , sadly . i pulled her further onto my lap . 