That, separately, we are less than we are together. Which, in turn, means that individually we lack something our partner provides. Do I make sense?�...“I suppose. But if so, what about you?”“You mean ... what’s a celibate monk doing lecturing on male-female relationships? I was happily married for twenty years before my wife died and I entered the Community fellowship. Since then, and a monk or nun is a very special case, I am completed by my relationship with God and my Brothers. So .... Those eyes which seemed so intense yet distant otherwise, took on a certain playfulness. Her curly brown hair framed a face which began to reveal a newfound joy. It was as if someone had taken a key and unlocked a cell door which had been imprisoning her very soul. As we moved around the dance floor, our movements locked in rhythm. It was as if time stood still as this otherwise reserved woman seemed to somehow come alive in my arms. Watching a certain glow unfold across her pretty face was. He didn't seem to mind that I used a spoon. Small relief. He next wanted to pee. Returning from the backyard, he took a hearty shit on the papered zone. I conveyed it to the outside trash, where he cornered me with his ball.We played for an hour before he relented to my plea to work. I'm not sure if he knew what I did paid the rent and purchased his meals, but somehow, he had related what I did in the office to hunting. Just like a company supervisor, he relaxed while I 'hunted.'I entered a. With that I turn on my heels and getupstairs as quickly as possible. Bursting into my room, I close the doorbehind me and throw myself on the bed weeping from the embarrassment. Ihad been feeling so good about myself, and then I was made to feel dirtyby exposing myself. How could they?! Yet as I lay there weeping anotherthought crept into my mind. That was the most embarrassing thing that hadever happened to me, yet at the same time one of the most arousing. Thisthought was strangely calming,.