To save face, it's better not to ask sex from the ex, but to give everything the axe.

What good is having any friends if you can't use them...

The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.

We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go.

She says: ...love is really all that matters. He hears: ...really love to do it on the mattress.

As for Fergus. He had a habit which Maud was not experienced enough to recognise as a common one in ex-lovers of giving little tugs at the carefully severed spider-threads or puppet-strings which had once tied her to him.