Free To Your Scattered Bodies Go/The Fabulous Riverboat by Philip José Farmer

white openwork socks, white cotton dresses, and hats with large brims.”
    Her eyes were wide, and she shook now and then as if she were struggling inside herself, and she began to talk even faster.
    “Mr. Dodgson and Mr. Duckworth carried the picnic baskets…we set off in our boat from Folly Bridge up the Isis, upstream for a change. Mr. Duckworth rowed stroke; the drops fell off his paddle like tears of glass on the smooth mirror of the Isis, and….”
    Burton heard the last words as if they had been roared at him. Astonished, he gazed at Alice, whose lips seemed to be moving as if she were conversing at a normal speech level. Her eyes were now fixed on him, but they seemed to be boring through him into a space and a time beyond. Her hands were half-raised as if she were surprised at something and could not move them.
    Every sound was magnified. He could hear the breathing of the little girl, the pounding of her heart and Alice’s, the gurgle of the workings of Alice’s intestines and of the breeze as it slipped across the branches of the trees. From far away, a cry came.
    He rose and listened. What was happening? Why the heightening of senses? Why could he hear their hearts but not his? He was also aware of the shape and texture of the grass under his feet. Almost, he could feel the individual molecules of the air as they bumped into his body.
    Alice, too, had risen. She said, “What is happening?” and her voice fell against him like a heavy gust of wind.
    He did not reply, for he was staring at her. Now, it seemed to him, he could really see her body for the first time. And he could see her , too. The entire Alice.
    Alice came toward him with her arms held out, her eyes half-shut, her mouth moist. She swayed, and she crooned, “Richard! Richard!”
    Then she stopped; her eyes widened. He stepped toward her, his arms out. She cried, “No!” and turned and ran into the darkness among the trees.
    For a second, he stood still. It did not seem possible that she, whom he loved as he had never loved anybody, could not love him back.
    She must be teasing him. That was it. He ran after her, and called her name over and over.
    It must have been hours later when the rain fell against them. Either the effect of the drug had worn off or the cold water helped dispel it, for both seemed to emerge from the ecstasy and the dreamlike state at the same time. She looked up at him as lightning lit their features, and she screamed and pushed him violently.
    He fell on the grass, but reached out a hand and grabbed her ankle as she scrambled away from him on all fours.
    “What’s the matter with you?” he shouted.
    Alice quit struggling. She sat down, hid her face against her knees, and her body shook with sobs. Burton rose and placed his hands under her chin and forced her to look upward. Lightning hit nearby again and showed him her tortured face.
    “You promised to protect me!” she cried out.
    “You didn’t act as if you wanted to be protected,” he said. “I didn’t promise to protect you against a natural human impulse.”
    “Impulse!” she said. “Impulse! My God, I’ve never done anything like this in my life! I’ve always been good! I was a virgin when I married, and I stayed faithful to my husband all my life! And now…a total stranger! Just like that! I don’t know what got into me!”
    “Then I’ve been a failure,” Burton said, and laughed. But he was beginning to feel regret and sorrow. If only it had been her own will, her own wish, then he would not now be having the slightest bite of conscience. But that gum had contained some powerful drug, and it had made them behave as lovers whose passion knew no limits. She had certainly cooperated as enthusiastically as any experienced woman in a Turkish harem.
    “You needn’t feel the least bit contrite or self-reproachful,” he said gently. “You were possessed. Blame the drug.”
    “I did it!” she said. “I…I! I wanted to! Oh, what a vile low