"Uh-oh, I think we've come at a bad time…back away slowly, Raj and don't look into her eyes!" Howard's lame attempt at lightening the tense atmosphere that he and Raj had walked into backfired when Amy hissed at them between her teeth.

"She was just a grad student that tried to get a little frisky with Sheldon…I was trying to be funny, but I guess it didn't work." Leonard tried to smooth things over but just ended up making things worse.

"You've just sat there and told me that a young woman wanted to get frisky with my husband! How can that be funny in any way shape or form?" Amy switched her icy cold gaze to Leonard and he felt his testicles threatening to shrink back inside his body as he faced her wrath. Sheldon was huddled up in his spot in a small ball of misery, feeling certain that Amy would be packing her suitcase to leave at any given moment. Amy's gaze softened slightly as she glanced over at her husband and she patted him on the knee.

"Sweetheart, I'm not mad at you; you can't help being a sexy praying mantis, that's all down to your genes." Sheldon's face brightened at her soft murmur and he straightened up in his seat as Amy turned back to Howard and Leonard, waving her hand in their direction. "I'm not through with you guys just yet…I've known Sheldon a lot longer than you and I know that if Penny were to walk in here now and strip naked in front of him, he would probably assume that she was running a fever and then remark that her breasts were slightly asymmetrical before turning back to his comic-book. You would have known exactly what this 'Ramona' was after, why didn't you say something to warn him?"

Howard was silent for a moment, his brain stuck on the image of Penny stripping in the middle of the living room and it was only when Raj poked him in the ribs that he jerked out of his fantasy. "Ramona was too scary…I didn't want to get hurt." Howard shuddered in remembrance, a move echoed by all three men and Amy grinned, liking the fact that she'd found something to use as a possible threat in the future.

"She couldn't have been that scary, she must have been what…twenty two or so?"

"Trust me, Amy…she was like that blonde Terminator from Rise of the Machines." Leonard said and Sheldon moved a little closer, seeking comfort from his wife as she left the armchair to sit next to Sheldon. She murmured softly to her husband and clasped his hand gently, feeling his fingers wrapping around hers as Leonard continued to speak. "She was just a grad student that asked Sheldon to take a look over her papers and offering to be his gofer if he needed anything."

"I thought she was just being nice, I looked over her papers and pointed out one or two minor errors, and she offered to buy me dinner as a thank you." Sheldon whispered quietly, his grip tightening on Amy's hand.

"The only thing was…she brought dinner over to the apartment and she never left."

"It's true…she slept on the couch and decided that in order for Sheldon to fulfil his potential he had to concentrate fully on his work and not be distracted by anything else. She banned him from watching 'non educational' television, no paintballing and definitely no take outs; insisting that Sheldon only eat fish, tomatoes, broccoli and nuts to boost his brain power. Poor sap had absolutely no idea what was going on." Howard interjected with a pitying glance at Sheldon and Raj nodded silently, his eyes wide with sympathy.

"It was torture, Amy…She made me a virtual prisoner in my own home." Sheldon shuddered in recollection, and turned to his wife. "No Battlestar, or Star Trek…and worst of all; she wouldn't even let me go to new Comic-Book night!"

"Why didn't you just ask her to leave?" Amy asked, puzzling over what seemed to be the natural solution, Leonard shook his head and pointed to Sheldon.

"He thought it was working, he was getting great results with his equations but was horrible to live with; his attention span outside of his work was practically zilch…"

"That's because his brain was constantly 'on' and he wasn't being allowed time to recharge. Let me guess, he finally lost his temper one day and just snapped?" Amy glanced over at Sheldon, who was nodding but keeping quiet, content to let Leonard do all of the talking.

"Yeah, he made a breakthrough and Ramona suggested that they share credit on his paper when it was published; Sheldon hit the roof and just yelled at her to get out…We never saw or heard from her again. How did you know?" Leonard asked, wondering whether Sheldon had already told Amy all of this and she was just enjoying watching them squirm.

"Hypersensitivity combined with a high intellect. Sheldon's brain is easily overwhelmed by too much information; it's constantly cataloguing and storing information like a massive index system, every once in a while he just needs to shut it all down before it overwhelms him. He uses the TV, his Lego or his comic-books as white noise, focusing on just one thing to calm everything down." Amy felt Sheldon's grip loosen slightly as he relaxed back against the cushions of the couch.

"What about when he freaks out about someone wanting to shake his hand?" Howard asked, Raj having whispered the question into his ear.

"Again, hypersensitivity." Amy replied simply. "He's got a high level of sensitivity to physical and emotional stimuli; every touch is magnified for him and loud voices can be painful for his ears to handle."

"Vulcan hearing…" Leonard stated, nodding as he finally understood why Sheldon hated anyone arguing in his presence. "He said it was just because he developed a keen sense of hearing after being beaten up so much as a child…I never realised it was because noises hurt his ears, I guess that's why he hates whistling."

"No, I just hate you whistling the same tune over and over." Sheldon looked up from his seat and smirked over at his roommate, winking at Amy's sudden grin. "I suppose you want to tell Amy all about all of the other's as well now; might as well get all of my embarrassment over in one fell swoop."

"Raj says he's still not forgiven you for poaching his future wife right out from under his nose." Howard quipped, having relayed his friends' mutterings. Sheldon looked a little confused at the statement and then shook his head slowly as he clucked his tongue.

"She simply joined me at my table as I was eating dinner, her meal was ready at the same time so we combined forces so to speak. If you want to interpret that as a 'date' then that's entirely up to you."

"Sheldon, you called her Princess Panchali!" Raj shouted out across the room, completely forgetting his inability to speak in front of women. "I was humiliated!"

"Rajesh…you were three sheets to the wind, if anyone was humiliated in that bar, it was Lalita. You were completely obnoxious to her and quite intolerable."

"Did you see her again?" Amy asked quietly and Sheldon looked at her in disbelief, had she not been listening to a word that he'd been saying all week; there had been no one else for him in the years they had been apart and if he had 'dated', it certainly wasn't intentional.

"Of course not, as I told Leonard the next day; I already had a dentist and saw no reason to contact her for her services." Amy grinned as she dragged her husband into a warm hug.

"That's my guy… told you he was oblivious, didn't I?" She smirked over at Leonard who grinned in return, sinking back into the comfort of the couch. "Any other 'exes' that I need to be worried about?"

"There was that girl Martha that wanted to sleep with him; Sheldon simply got up and slept in Leonard's room thinking that she just wanted his bed." Raj chuckled and Howard slapped his arm.

"You never told me that one!"

"Dude, I was getting 'busy' if you know what I mean?" Raj leered at his friend and waggled his eyebrows up and down. "I dragged Sheldon to a faculty mixer as my wingman; met a cute girl named Abby who didn't want to go anywhere without her friend, Martha. We brought them back here and played a few rounds of 'Rockband' and Sheldon seemed to get on pretty well with her."

"We had a few interesting conversations; she admired my Green Lantern memorabilia. It's a shame that she wasted her intellect on Humanities." Sheldon mused and Amy chuckled. "Raj wanted to see Abby again but she insisted that Martha came along; I only agreed because Raj gave me his Hulk hands as a bribe."

"Anyway, the girls met us here and all of the sudden Sheldon announces that it was time for him to go to bed; Martha must have taken that as an invitation because she followed him down the hallway."

"It was ten thirty, I always go to bed at ten thirty! How was I to know that she interpreted that as a request for coitus?" Sheldon started twitching anxiously in his spot, and Amy calmed him down by rubbing his shoulder soothingly.

"Settle down, sweetheart. Let's just drop the subject shall we? I think I've learnt enough for now. How about I cook up a nice batch of spaghetti for dinner, sound good?"

"With hot dogs?" Sheldon asked, eyes widening in silent appeal.

"Is there any other way?" Amy pecked him on the cheek and rose up from the couch to head over to the kitchen area. "Anyone else care to join us?"

"I think I'll give it a miss tonight." Howard grimaced a little at the thought of the child like meal and glanced over at Raj. "There's a screening of the original Tron movie playing at the complex in Monrovia, wanna head over and catch the late night showing?"

"Sure, we can grab a burger on the way. What about you, Leonard? Spaghetti and hot dogs or a bacon double deluxe?"

"Hold the cheese and I'm in." Leonard rose up and grabbed his wallet from his desk, calling out to Amy over his shoulder. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm gonna head out with the guys; I'll probably stay over on Raj's couch for the night so I don't disturb you coming in late."

"Okay, see you tomorrow for breakfast. I was thinking French toast in the morning as neither of us are working…seven thirty?" Amy glanced up from the kitchen counter and saw Leonard rubbing his tummy.

"My stomach and I will be here. See you then." Leonard shrugged into his jacket and gave them a quick wave before following Howard and Raj out of the door.