She could not have been considered an especially horny person - she certainly didn't consider herself so (except when she was in love, that was a different story). More often than not she found herself quite empty, sexually, and envied those who appeared self-possessed in this arena. Sometimes it seemed like sexual excitement was a thing of the past and that that mattered not at all.
Having rejected the notion during her twenties, in her thirties she married a man who seemed a paragon of all she coveted in love: sweetness, steadfastness. And for a good, long while - longer than one might expect - the sex, good sex no less, was fuelled by sheer relief. No more first dates that forced a confrontation with mortality! No more being in love with disappointing men and devastating women! Finally, the sensation of landing.
And yet there was this constant, accompanying question, that did not die on account of her marriage:
"I wonder if we’ll have sex?"