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that romance stuff you hate so much is the same stuff you just told me about Kate being everything ? That’s all she wants to hear, you know. God—go give her a present that has nothing to do with sex and tell her she’s everything! You two will be rolling around like… like….” His mind flailed for comparisons, and all he could call up were the science and nature vids that had also opened with the health and hygiene subsection. “Like humping Altarian lemming-birds.”
    Bobby looked at him in horror. “Okay, okay, okay—I get it. Romance, it gets you sex!”
    Anderson blinked and shrugged. “Yeah, okay. Fine. Romance gets you sex. Look at it that way.”
    Bobby’s expression changed, grew crafty. “What are you reading?”
    Anderson flushed. “Romance,” he said, hiding his face.
    “With a boy and a girl?”
    Anderson’s flush intensified. “Yeah, this one. They have some with girls and girls and some with boys and boys. I like those too.” That was an understatement. Those had been his favorites, but he liked the boy-girl ones too. The story seemed to be the thing that pulled him under, and family, the happy banter, the interest. But yes, he liked it when the story showed two men. He’d had no primer for this part of his life, none at all, until that health and hygiene file had opened.
    Bobby looked at Anderson’s reading tablet speculatively. “Send that one to me, okay?”
    Anderson shrugged. “Yeah, all right. Are you going to go make up with Kate yet?”
    “Yeah. But, uh, send her the boy-boy romances you like, okay?”
    Really? “Really?”
    “Yeah. I think she’d get a kick out of ’em.” And with that, Bobby went trotting out of the sleeping quarters, propelled by nothing Anderson could think of.
    Of course, a half an hour later, he heard the now-familiar noises from Kate’s quarters, including the new addition of Kate screaming, “Oh… Bobby… yes! ”
    The sounds never failed to arouse Anderson, partly because he could hear Bobby making his own demands and partly because now, after a couple of months saturated in health and hygiene, he had a much deeper, much more vivid imagination with which to picture making sounds like that of his own. He switched the feed on his tablet to an explicit picture of two young men, naked, reversed against each other so that each one could swallow the other’s genitals in open, needing mouths.
    He pressed play on the video with one hand and, with the other, unzipped his coveralls and began to slowly stroke his erection. Even as he threw back his head and enjoyed the pretty young men and enjoyed the sensation of his cock in his fist, he had to wonder, of course he had to wonder, if he was destined to do this alone.
     
     
    T WO weeks later, a new student enrolled in Mr. Kay’s class and was introduced as Alex. He had a square-chiseled chin, a chest far more developed than most sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys’, and piercing blue-black eyes. He swaggered into the class, surveyed the students with mild contempt in his lazy, hooded gaze, and smiled faintly when his eyes landed on Anderson.
    “No worries, teach,” he said with a smirk. “I know where I’m sitting.”
    Anderson looked to his right where a thin, fair-haired girl, who reminded him of his sister Jen just enough not to hurt, usually sat, and sure enough, it was vacant.
    Anderson turned to his left and glared at Bobby with pure venom.
    Bobby gave an unconvincing smile and said, “What?”
    “‘No worries, teach’?” Anderson echoed. “Where did you get this guy?”
    Bobby hushed him and looked at Alex from underneath lowered eyebrows. “He’s. Right. There.”
    Anderson turned to his blind date and smiled thinly. “Hi, Alex. My name is Anderson. It’s nice to meet you.”
    Alex smiled arrogantly and raised his eyebrows like a pro. “ Hello , beautiful!”
    Anderson looked at Bobby, who grimaced back. “Well, maybe Alex isn’t quite your type.”
    “It’s like he was made