The list of where he wanted to go seemed to go on forever.The list of where he wanted to go seemed to go on forever. I finally reached out and touched his hand, covered it with mine. "The feeling was incredible, Ken. I'm not telepathic, no more than you are. But even more, Khai felt the touch the same way I did." "How do you know?" I asked, curiously. "Because the next thing he said was, 'Aaden, sir, there are a lot of other things I'd like to be taught, but I'd like to talk about them somewhere more private.'" A twinkle appeared in Aaden's eye. "Shut your mouth, Ken. You don't want sandflies making their nests in your tongue. I certainly don't." I shook my head and chuckled. "You don't want sandflies making nests in your tongue, or my tongue?" "Your tongue. I'm not the one sitting with my mouth wide open. And I like your tongue the way it is." "Are they all like that? Do they all make the first move?" "Not all," Aaden said. "Listen, this is what I think I am." He held up a finger. "The first thing I am is acceptance. I imagine there are some girls who go through this, just as I know as far as I'm concerned that there are boys who don't. But boys need to know, as puberty hits and they suddenly realize they're turning into adults, that other adults accept them. I tell them 'I accept you. |