Well, we could, and anyway, like Dad said, it would be for him and Mum.""O.K. then, we'll do it-yes?""Let's get it over with, then." Stars shone from their usual places. Constellations don’t really exist. Constellation stars are millions of light-years apart and can’t see each other. My Aunt Doris is one of them. My mother took the telegram and gave it to my sister. "Mum, it's for you, not me". "Really! Well, who could be sending me a telegram, then?"

A week before graduation, I got a phone call from Aunt Doris. I hadn’t heard from her in a long time. She said she was coming up for a visit. Nobody else ever came to visit me at College. I braced for first-degree embarrassment.I realized that for some reason I had softened my voice. I blushed and then retorted, "Well, it was your idea for me to dress as a girl at your wedding, not mine!" Oh, Anna!" I said, taking her hand, "I do hope that wherever you appear again in the future, your friend Alice will be with you to share your fun!" My aunt now saw me as well, and smiled. "Well, girls, let's get downstairs. Peter, you help her, I mean him, your cousin, with the train."

Aunt Doris wasn’t terrified by the nightmarish possibility of being impregnated. Male and female fluids didn’t disgust her. She was just being sensible, I thought, but the rubbers from Hollywood made me sad anyhow. The same goes for you Peter" said my uncle, "I think you would both deserve a reward if you did it. I know it's a lot to ask any boy. Think about it for a few minutes. We'll be downstairs." People still flew around in silver Constellations in those days. Everything in America looked big, beautiful, full of hope and dreams. I parked my incredible new car as close to the runway as the law allowed, watched the gleaming airplane taxi, race its engines and take off towards the sunset. I waved at the porthole I thought might be filled by Aunt Doris’s face. I stayed on the runway till dark. Five minutes later, our door opened and my dad came in. "How're you doing boys? I've come to ask you both a favour, and I won't blame you for refusing." I think there’s plenty of reasons people want sex, and being turned on is just one of those reasons. I definitely wanted to have sex with him, but it’s more from a trying-new-things and sexual exploration point of view.Things progress, and one of the guys – who is fully aware I’m gay – asks outright if he can have sex with me.