The one orgasm which ended all sex was the one I had with you. The one which reproduced itself was the one we had to do. The goal was to achieve satisfaction. Oh we did. There was no more satisfaction. The world became a stranger, no more seeking to desire what now desired me---the fire burning my fire. I was in space but had exactly the space I needed. Desperate messages from the memory now went unheeded. The recurring dream---of being somewhere fighting a dilemma, woke me up to the fact that all insanity is simply a lack of tact. There was no more drama. Politeness was all. Small, rude, things assaulted me. I was tall.