She didn't know what to say without a couple of cues from him. Just a couple would be ok. In fact there was nothing he said this evening that didn't first require extensive notes for her to follow. Something happened to him. Not today, years ago. It is just coming out now. Something dislodged from his mind and fell out into the open. She sat there wondering when this moment was going to be over so they could have sex. She wasn't mean, she just realized it was a dust up, a mild tremor that would get back to normal. These evenings is what they silently agreed upon every time they scheduled this. It was conversation and then sex. Always in that order, and always going to happen. Good conversation, introspective conversation. It fed her properly and that is all she needed right now--and the sex of course. She needed the sex because she used it to feel the good conversation. Like calcium and magnesium, one unlocked, the other one laid down..