"There's nothing wrong with transactional.  I know a lady up in Springfield, on the Laumee River,  thirty or forty miles up from here.  She's a friend, but she charges," he said, running his hand on her backside, pulling her leg over his hip to touch the back of her thigh.  "Make love is what I said I did with her, but I think maybe it was just a more friendly fuck."  Then he shut up because it was probably crass to talk about your old girlfriends with your current girlfriend, at least like that, and he fell silent because he could feel them dancing around unsaid things.<br/><br/>He said, then, "Fuck it.  It was fucking amazing, Vara.  If it was that way for you, if you fucking felt something, you need to say it.  Because if we both say it, it's real, it's a fact.  Maybe we're cooking it up because we're out here in limbo or whatever, but if it's there, say it."<br/><br/>Then he shut up to let her say it.