I remember “playing” with my male schoolmates in the darkened auditorium in the sixth grade, while everyone else watched the educational films we’d been scheduled to attend. One of the boys was obviously enjoying it as much as I and suggested we continue at his vacant home after school. “After school” continued for about ten years of occasional get-togethers; all it took was a certain nod or look we’d exchange when we were among the “regular” guys to determine that “game time” was definitely afoot, just enough of a prod to stiffen our resolve to get together as soon as possible.
One Sunday at church, my fourteen-year-old libido was stoked into horny tumescence, my thoughts worlds away from the mundane platitudes emanating from the podium. Times Square! The movie theaters—about which every
