Cal made me turn around so he could start at the back. Maybe he made me turn around so he wouldn’t be tempted by my b***r. Or maybe he thought my ass was nice too. I studied myself in the mirror, starting with the wet spot on the front of my light blue boxers where they came to a point at the fly. “Whoa.” I moved on from that quickly but stopped before I got to my face, which I still remembered Jeff Ackerman calling ugly. He hadn’t been the first—or the last.
“What?”
“My body.” I was used to seeing myself covered in hair. That had been the norm since around age fifteen, and it had only gotten thicker since. I looked weird without any, and it made me wonder. If I already had so much at not even eighteen, how much was I going to have when I was thirty? Coach Keller was as hairy as a prehis
