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face was so flushed I thought his eyes might go red. “I do not envision… I mean… I do not wish for…” He gestured about.
    I handed him the bottle of Madeira I had been nursing. He took a long pull. This seemed to steady him somewhat.
    “I am sorry,” he said quietly. “I have never spoken of such things before.”
    I stifled all amusement. “I understand, truly. I will not pass any judgment on you, Dickey. Sometimes it is better to speak. It clears the head and the heart.”
    He took another long drink and began talking slowly with a great deal of nervous gesturing. “It is the strangest thing. I wish to touch him, to embrace him. I sometimes even wonder how his touch would feel upon… my person. Yet… I cannot envision… having carnal knowledge of him, or he of me. I.. When I take myself in hand.” He even gestured for that, and he flushed anew and took another drink. “When I… I think about Milly Brown. She was a maid in our household. She was… well endowed. And she was the first woman I ever saw… in the altogether.
    She was involved with the gardener. I would sneak out to their trysting spot and watch them from the trees. Her… endowment would be exposed, and it bounced quite a bit as he… And she would make this noise. This little pleasured… squeaking… with each… thrust. I have…
    Will, I have never been with a woman.”
    “That is nothing to be ashamed of,” I said.
    I was proud of myself for not having dissolved into laughter.
    “Well, that is kind of you to say, and at least one of us feels that way.” He took another pull and this time his hands stayed at his sides.
    “I used to watch Tom sometimes. Then I would imagine it was me with his conquest, or Milly Brown, or… They all squeaked in my fantasies.”
    He grinned sadly. “Is the squeaking fairly common?”
    “Some noise often is. All sounds of that like are similar, and all are quite precious when you are the one invoking them.”
    “Ah.” He smiled.
    “So you do not fantasize about the Bard in that fashion?” I asked with a reassuring smile.
    He chuckled and flushed anew. “Nay. I cannot envision the squeaking. I cannot even envision him making the sounds I have heard the other men make. And likewise, the idea of… lying beneath him is…
    not repulsive to my thinking, but it is very distant from my pleasure, if you understand my meaning.”
    “I do.”
    He sighed. “We have all heard him bemoan… the lack of such activities in his life, and I do not know if I can offer him that.”
    This all sounded very familiar to me. I wished to tell him that Gaston was the one he should discuss this with.
    “Dickey, you do not know that you cannot, either.”
    He shrugged. “True. I have told myself that if he were to touch me, then perhaps I would feel differently on the matter.”
    “You will not know what lies in that field until you walk it,” I said.
    “I do not know if he will wish for me to climb the fence,” he said sadly.
    “I see that you are here now, and not in town. How much time do you spend in his presence?” I asked.
    “Well, Belfry and I knew few in town, so we often paddled out to the Queen in the evenings. And sometimes the men from the Queen came ashore, and we would all go to a tavern.”
    “So, it is often the Bard, the sailors, Belfry, and you?”
    “Nay.” He shook his head with a small smile. “Belfry often stays in town with Mister Theodore now. He has wished to become better acquainted with the other merchants, and Mister Theodore has been happy to introduce him about.” He shrugged. “Often these days it is just the Bard and I. He is teaching me now. I was there whenever he taught Tom something on the last voyage, and so, well, I remember better than Tom does.” He grinned. “The Bard insists I sail with you this winter. He says the haberdashery is a… Well, he says a great deal about the shop.
    It is not thing he would do.”
    I was equally amazed and amused. “Are you going to