Fisher had anticipated this, or rather, no matter what question he asked her, this would inevitably be her all-purpose answer.
But this time was different. The kind-hearted Helair, with her eyes curved in a smile, offered Fisher a more detailed explanation,
"You see, suppressed desire is like a keg of explosive with a lit fuse; you keep pulling at the fuse, trying to extend it to delay the explosion. Yet you know it will inevitably explode, and each detonation will have consequences, especially when you don't have a steady girlfriend nearby. Every explosion is a sin, pulling at your sense of responsibility, preventing you from abandoning the past and making you reluctant to let go of the present, filling you with worries about the future..."
Her fingers tapped lightly on the back of Fisher's hand as if playing piano keys, each word entering his heart with her mischievous yet profound gestures,
