"Yes, dear." Jill reflected that Mike always did know.  From his first change from docility to dominance he had grown steadily in strength and sureness in all ways.  The boy (he had seemed like a boy then) who had found it tiring to hold an ash tray in the air, could now not only hold her in the air (and it did feel like "floating on clouds"; that was why she had written it into the patter that way) while doing several other things and continuing to talk, but also could exert any other strength he needed. She recalled one very rainy lot where one of the trucks had bogged down.  Twenty men were crowded around it, trying to get it free - Mike had added his shoulder... and the truck moved.