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 Blake's hand came down on the cheek with a gentle caress … "There …" he said. "I don't want anyone to hold you like this except me …"

"No one has, Bob."

"No one?"

"No one."

"Not even Glenn?"

The name came upon him with a swift blow that shocked him. Staggered him more than the slap he had received earlier. He had never thought of Glenn Rogers as a lover, or had he? Two large dimples flashed before his eyes. Two lips saying: "Wish I could go to New Orleans with you."

How did he feel toward this vision? Why was he always wishing he could see him naked? Why did he have that funny feeling around his heart when he was with him? Did Blake know about these emotions? How could he have discovered them? What could he suspect? Conceive? He couldn't know anything that the two had done. How could he? There wasn't anything to know. Not yet … there wasn't … Now why did he think that …

Suddenly he grabbed for Blake, held him fast and said … "No, Bob," he whispered, "not even Glenn."