As Miss Kyle continued her explanation, slowly getting her point across more fluently, he quipped to himself, "I doubt it."<br/><br/>The source of his consternation stemmed back several years, and the teasing he got from jealous or simply mean peers over his freakish endowment caused him to cloister himself away mentally and physically to avoid further attacks. As she spoke, he could feel her eyes upon him, and while he'd try to look back to her, he could not help but keep looking away. He didn't believe she'd understand any better than the kids he'd known. He still didn't realize the betrayal of his body, but his wardrobe countermeasures in the case of erection were mostly working, and the outline of his arousal remained only as hints against the pants fabric.<br/><br/>As she inquired about his interests, he answered earnestly, "Well, maybe... to be honest, I haven't really let myself think of anything like that. I don't think it'd work anyhow."<br/>