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My would-be captor snickeredhis hands in surrender “I’m the harmless kind I swear you’re safe, Harry”

“Harry?”

“Your incognito name I’ive me more dick’ in the heat of the moment Should I be insulted?”

I snapped the elastic on my boxers and eyed him warily “What kind of liar are you, Richard?”

“Ouch The full Christian-name treatment,” he winced

“Is your name really Richard?”

“No, it’s—”

“Don’t tell me You are not destined to be someone I know”

“Exactly So my issues with honesty don’t affect you I promise In fact, it’s the opposite I don’t know you, and I’ll never see you again” His strong timbre melted into a barely audible tone when he continued “And it feels therapeutic to tell the truth to someone Anyone”

“Okay What is it?”

“You were right I’m bi…not curious Just bi”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah”

“Is that a big secret?”

“The biggest one I have”

I believed hiht

I gave hi his gaze “I see You know bisexuality is ht In the aniuins, giraffes, and lions are bisexual”

He smiled “Lions too, eh?”

“Yes And there are others too”

“Good to know, but prevalent or not…it’s not exactly accepted where I’m from”

“Oh”

He stared at the blank wall for a long lanced up at me “Are you really OCD?”