I'm not sure what we're risking, exactly, but sometimes it seems during our sessions that she's phrasing answers in the form of questions, and being in the business of answering questions directly and not being the fastest on the uptake sometimes due to my distrust of my social instincts when applied to myself directly, I often don't suspect she's doing it until, or even days after, I've left her office.

"Is that relationship worth saving?" she'll ask, for instance and I answer, truthfully, that I don't know, but as I'm traveling home I wonder if she's proposing an alternative, if "that" relationship is in opposition to "this" relationship.

And I wonder, when she said she had heard it said that the best sex was like communion in the other person's body, which I took to be a question, and answered, "yes," if she was speaking from experience or desire.

When all else fails in the deep dark depressions of my brain, it is those two questions that keep me traveling on through life, that and wondering what it is exactly that she gets out of our time together, and the possibility, infinitesimal at best I know, that she will ever tell me.