“How many people have you had sex with?” “Zero.” I lift my hand and make a big O with my fist. “I’m ash pure ash a baby lamb.” I giggle. “Although I’ve tried stuff before, but jush by myshelf.” I giggle, not sure why. I’m sure I wouldn’t want to have this conversation normally, but now it feels awesome. Above me, Will’s Adam’s apple bobs once, twice. Then, in a husky voice, he asks, “And who do you think about when you touch yourself?”
