" I don't want to have sex," I say. "Not with you."
But then, not wanting to disappoint, "I could do my beam routine."
I take off my clothes and, fifteen, mount the line of the carpet, perform my entire junior beam routine, handstand press, two backhandsprings included. He jerks off. Dismount.
I hurry into my clothes and head home to Vivian (who loves me, but not as much as I love her). For years I worry that the shoe salesman was really really disappointed, stuck with a fifteen year old virgin gymnast rather than a real bad girl.