see what you think.Freddieshot Henry a baleful glare. Youre always doing extra things forhim, Henry, and then the rest of us have to do them, too.Likewhat? Henry said, surprised. Other than sex, Henry didnt feelthat hed given Martin anything extra until now.Thefortune teller, Freddie reminded him. She gave Tom nightmares!Ugh,the fortune teller! Wendell said, rolling his eyes.Thatwas monthsago! Henry protested. Its not like Im doing somethingdifferent every week.Yourenicer than the rest of us, Louis reminded him. Though thefortune teller wasnt actually such a nice thing to do.Well,a waistcoat isnt going to give anyone nightmares, Henry pointedout.Theone youve got on might, Wendell said, laughing. Where didyou get that, Henry?Hamiltons,of course. Henry recognized that Wendell didnt likehis new waistcoat, but he couldnt help wanting to show it offanyway. He held his jacket and coat open so that all might get thefull effect. Toms eyebrows went up, Ralphs jaw dropped, Wendellsquinted and frowned, and Freddie guffawed; Louis and Peter, whodhad a chance to get used to it, acted very jaded.Itsvery dramatic, Sir, Tom offered hesitantly.Henryliked the sound of this, liked that it could perhaps be considered abohemiansort of garment. Thank you, Tom. He turned to Martin and asked,What was that word you used to describe my taste earlier? Itstarted with a B.Martinscheeks grew pink. Baroque, Sir.Henrystill did not know what this meant, exactly, of course, but he likedthe sound of it. It was clear that none of his friends knew what itmeant, either, though Ralph apparently did.Oh,he said. Thats a good word for it, Sir.Apretzel vendor came through the Terrace and they all bought pretzelsfor themselves and their slaves. Wendell and Louis sat on the edge ofthe fountain and Louis bade Peter sit at his side and leaned towhisper in his ear. Whatever he told him seemed to make Peter veryhappy, and Henry surmised Louis was giving him permission to see hisgirl.Louis,Freddie and Wendell were talking about various of their classmatesand Henry pretended to be listening, but he was actuallyeavesdropping on Martins conversation with Tom. They stood perhapsthree feet behind Henrys right shoulder, and Henrys ear wasattuned to Martins voice, Toms responses.Soyoure not going to see either one of them again? Martin askedin a low voice.Itwas a terrible idea, Tom told him. I shouldnt have tried.Two girls in the same house was far more trouble than it was worth. Icouldnt visit one without the other being jealous, and theywouldnt agree to having me together.Atthe same time, you mean?Yes,exactly.Well,whats in it for the girls, really, though? What can you do withtwo cunts at once, anyway? Martin asked. Ive neverunderstood what boys want with two girls. At least with cocks you canstick them places. With two girls, dont they just have to waittheir turns? How unsatisfying!Well,you can get them to do things to each other and watch. Itsexciting! You can have one girl lick the other and fuck the one whosdoing the licking. Theres lots you can do. You use yourimagination,Martin. You just dont want to think about cunts, period. Tomlaughed and Martin snickered, not disagreeing.Isaved the best for last. You willbe interested to know that I