I sat very still while I looked down at him, displayed like a teenage Greek god, and I couldn’t help thinking that Robert knew he was taunting me, and in ways that were different from how he was probably taunting Thom Wright and Matt Kellner. I resented the paranoia he inspired and yet I also found him undeniably erotic, an unparalleled object of teen boy desire and lust, and I hated the fact that these two opposite feelings coexisted within me. I simply stared at him silently, wondering what he looked like naked.
