Annie had told me about Steve as well.

Strange how intimate performance is the end all, do all for men. Without that physical element there just seems to be a gray scene where nothing matters.

She told me about the depression that resulted from the lack of intimacy. She spoke longingly of times past when they would spend days together.

Then Steve's cancer came and everything changed. There was no relaxing now. Each time together held the unspoken and dangerous question about whether this was the last time.

Wouldn't it be horrible to know, with certainty, that it was the last time for something? Our greatest blessing is the lack of knowledge.