I can see him outlined through his pants. His body is pressing against his clothing like it has no respect for their utility. Out of nowhere he says, you can suck it, if you want. And it’s only then I realize I’ve been staring. It’s not something I’d considered before in those exact terms, my body was just drawn is all, like a curtain or a weapon. Like a bath, or a circle. But when he offers, it’s like a new world snaps into place,
