บท 7: Chapter 7

“I…I beg your pardon. I didn’t realize it was supposed to be a secret.”

“Well, it hardly matters as I’m no longer married.”

“You’re divorced?”

“You needn’t sound as if that’s the most exciting thing you’ve ever heard.”

“Well, it is. I don’t know of anyone who’s divorced. Does that mean you couldn’t…um…perform?”

I scowled at him, and he worried his lower lip.

“Is that why you want to have sex with me?”

I growled and began putting my supplies away.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I know of men who marry because they’re like me, but then they can’t consummate the marriage.”

“I was able to perform quite satisfactorily, thank you very much.”

“Then why do you want to have sex with me?”

“Is there anything that says I can’t like boys as well?”

“Well, I…I suppose not.”

“All right, then. Let’s go.” This was hardly working the way I’d hoped. When I’d wooed Barbara, my words and actions had been suave and sophisticated. Why was I at sixes and sevens with this man?