Page 80 of His Hungry Wolf

“Well, I’m not straight. I think that ship has sailed.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think I’m gay,” he said apprehensively.

“What makes you think you’re not?”

“Women. Have you seen them?”

“I have. What’s your point?”

“Right. Gay. My point is that for most of my life, I liked women.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?” I asked, not knowing how I would feel hearing that he had.

“Have you?” he countered.

“You know I have.”

“And now you’re gay. So, what does having been with a woman prove?”

“Nothing, I guess. But it would at least tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Fine. I have been with women.”

I thought about that, letting it process.

“When?” I challenged when it had.

“During university.”

“When?” I asked more doubtfully.

“Jodi and I,” he explained.

I searched my memory for who this was.

“Wait, you were having sex with Jodi?”

“Yeah,” he admitted shyly.

“Seriously?”

“Why are you so surprised by that?”

“Because in three years of seeing you every day, you never told me that.”

“Like I said, why are you so surprised by that?”

I stared at him shocked and then laughed.

“You really don’t share stuff, do you?”

“I have a problem,” he conceded.

“So, when did it start?”

“Freshman year.”

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