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Jerome was looking forward to the pub that night. He’d had the kind of afternoon that Eddie, Terry, and Martin could only have dreamed about. Except that none of them could have dreamed about it, as they were all just as innocent and unaware of their bodies and what they could do with them as Jerome had been. He wanted to tell them all about s*x and women’s bodies but decided against it. It wouldn’t have served any purpose. They were trapped in their own little worlds and, if he explained to them what had happened between him and Wren, he didn’t know how they would react. Eddie and Emily couldn’t meet in person, and nor could Terry and Martin. That was another thing. Terry and Martin were both males; one of them would need one of those p***y things wouldn’t they? And, as males, they su
