"Perhaps...," Terry responded cryptically at first, looking down to the ground as he thought about what the teacher had said.<br/><br/>Ever since junior high, he had been so sure that the teasing he got from that accursed gym class would follow him forever that he hid himself as much as he could from his peers without shirking his scholarly requirements. The one time he'd been close with a girl, her reaction only helped to reinforce his anxiety. But maybe Miss Kyle was right.<em>Perhaps</em>she could understand his predicament.<br/><br/>"Honestly, Miss Kyle, I can't let myself think about things like that," he answered finally, looking up to her with a face radiating consternation, "I mean, it's hard to say this, but I'm something of a freak, and I have to keep control of myself or else I might... show."<br/><br/>It seemed she would not be alone in having troubles with the word making. He clarified with a slight blush upon his cheeks, "Show... down there."<br/><br/>As if to emphasize his point, his pants had managed to settle over his legs as he stood there locked in concern, revealing an arcing bulge pushed to the inside of his right thigh. His lips were tight together as he looked to her, adjusting his glasses out of sheer nervousness.