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said. At least I meant to. It came out like “Arrggh” because I was having an erection problem. My cock was rising into the air like the space shuttle, and running into every kind of launch difficulty with my jeans and belt.
    “Yes,” she said smugly. “You just heard that.”
    She kissed me again, a kiss ful of promise and glee.
    “Trapper, can I ask why you’re making al these awesome rules for us if you’re feeling jealous? Shouldn’t we slow things down a little?”
    “I don’t feel jealous,” I said. “Wel , I do, but not al the time. Only when we’re not together and I’m thinking about how crazy we are. These rules wil help me get over al that. And they wil help you get over your guilt. So we can get on with the real reason we’re together.”
    “Making me into a wet dream for al men?”
    I laughed. I had real y said that to her—and at the time I’d real y meant it.
    “As it turns out, Emmy, that’s just a side effect. From now on it’s al about you and me. Fuck everybody else.”
    “If you say so.”

    We arrived at the library elevator.
    “Oh, here’s Mike,” she said, in a very different voice.
    “A guy you know?”
    “Yep.” She sounded a little grim. She was girding herself for what would come next.
    “Em—Emmeline?” The guy was a mousy, tentative sort of undergrad in jeans and a t-shirt.
    “Hi, Mike! Where y’at?”
    Emmeline stepped out of my arms, and toward the other guy. I let her go.
    “Um, great, Emmeline. I’m just getting some stuff for the paper…”
    She leaned into him, and he, though clearly not expecting it, quickly adjusted. His hand went to her waist in a parody of a side-hug. She had other ideas. She pressed through his hug and pecked him on the lips. When she pul ed away he had a glazed, faraway expression.
    “Mike, I want you to meet Trapper, my boyfriend.”
    “Hey, Mike! You two have a class together?”
    He shoved his hand out convulsively, eyes darting everywhere but at me. We shook, and I smiled at him with a sudden burst of friendliness. Pre-Emmeline Trapper would have dismissed him; today’s Trapper was more curious. If Emmeline would be kissing him—no, because Emmeline would be kissing him, I felt very amiable towards him.
    “Yeah,” said Mike, groping for words. “We’re in Poli Sci together.”
    Emmeline leaned against him, smiling at me from behind his head. Her high breasts slid across his chest and quashed against him. His hand clenched around her waist. She nuzzled her forehead against his cheek and said, “Mike’s going to help me get an A! He’s sooo smart!”
    Her fingernails stroked his neck, above the col ar of his t-shirt. He turned red like flipping a switch. Emmeline’s eyes flicked over to me.

    Well, I asked for this. I waited to feel something—a stab of pain, resentment, anger. So far I felt nothing but envy for Mike. Envy, and a growing excitement. It was as if I had punched a hole in the bottom of our boat, and arousal was now flowing over us and threatening to pul us into a bottomless ocean of lust.
    I could watch her for hours.
    “Emmeline, you’re such a tease!” I laughed with incredible falseness. Mike laughed along. “Mike, you take care of her, dude.”
    “I wil ,” he said, looking quite detached from the world. “I wil . I wil -wil -wil .”
    “Okay,” said Emmeline, “see ya later, buddy!”
    She kissed him again.
    He stopped moving, perhaps stupefied by sensory overload. He didn’t react when I hauled Emmeline into the elevator.
    I had a stupid grin on my face, I couldn’t help it. Emmeline watched me the whole trip with a flinty, appraising grin. That was her expression whenever she realized I was, at heart, a simpleton.
    We stepped out of the elevator and walked until we were alone again.
    “This wil be easier than I thought, Trap.”
    “Real y?”
    “Most of my male friends I only know from classes. We’ve only talked for a few weeks. That means they don’t real y know me. For al they