They would separate. He wasn’t inside her. And they slept. It wasn’t enough. If they stayed together, time would strain expectations. He wasn’t ...here for her, but for his release. She was his repository. At least that’s what she felt. So many of the young men just didn’t care or want to care how she felt. She met men who fought her every move to communicate with them, to have them respond beyond the bedroom. She met men who she found wild and exciting but learned that though she may have been. I asked her about it, but she kept balking at explaining her action, or reasons.I was beginning to wonder if Courtney didn't have some sort of mild talent, like empathy, or telepathy. Either way, she was a natural peace-broker and had eased the situation in my house, tremendously. I mentioned my theory about Courtney to Tom. He got a slightly startled, then thoughtful look on his face.I kept close watch on the immediate future. For example, if something was happening in my life twenty-four. I decided to go and surprise her. I got to the party just after 11pm and was surprised it was still in good flow. The door was open with a couple of people standing outside smoking and drinking while they chatted. Not knowing any of them I walked straight in and set about finding my wife. I bumped into Richard and shook his hand as I asked him where Anna was. He said he last seen her dancing and to grab myself a beer from the kitchen. The house looked fairly big even though it was rammed with. Henipped across the way, got a burger to go, and returned to the store.No sooner had he returned than he heard the tinkle of a bell. A customer.A young man, apparently in his middle twenties, walked in."You need my help," he said, trying to ape the Old Man's manner."How did you...?"Steve pointed to the "don't ask" sign. This was easier than he thought."My girl and I had a fight, and she's left me for another guy." Just a moment, my young friend." Steve nipped back to the computer,opened the.