Hanson nodded appreciatively. "You liked it?" he chuckled.
Ava sat down, landing in the chair with a thud. "When a man puts a hand on me and my knees turn to jelly," she said quietly, "I oscillate madly between hating his guts and wanting him to try it again. That sort of thing would play hell with a girl's morals."
"Shucks," chuckled Hanson. "I've just violated all of the rules of medicine. I've just treated a man against his will—and turned an introvert inside out."
"You sure did," nodded Ava.
"He'll be back again in a year—and normal, then."
"But how do you turn an introvert inside out?"
"Reverse his sense of values."
"But—"
"His memory pattern? That's difficult. To make him more or less stable for that year, I sort of tampered with his memory on a temporary basis, also. He thinks he is all sorts of things that he has never been—but has probably wanted to be from time to time."
"Is that why he kissed me?"