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Show 141 place else." It was true and not true. Actually I didn't have much of an acne problem; what I had was a skin problem. "What about boys?" he said. "Why were you late today?" I asked. "Lousy service in the cafeteria." Lousy service my ass, I know he was with a woman, probably one of the nurses. "If they looked hard, they never looked twice," I said. "Encounters in the dark?" "Never." "Did you ever, do you ever ..." "Masturbate?" I said. "Yes." "Only with my right hand," I said. I was looking at his photographs on the wall. "Tell me about your fantasies," he said. I went quiet. I stayed quiet. I knew he was covering up, trying to hide something by making me talk, and I wasn't going to stand for it. Besides, I didn't feel like sharing those visions of myself as siren and mermaid, visions in which my scaly skin somehow became an advantage. "When are you going on vacation?" I asked. "Two weeks," he said. "How did you know?" "Will you be gone long?" I wasn't about to tell him how I knew. The nurses don't think I have ears, and I don't want them to find out I do. "A month," he finally said. |
