Oh God.  Now that she's saying it, it's...oh God.  As she says it, I can feel it.  Just the<em>thought</em>of Junior like...like<em>that</em>is...I swallow and try and compose myself.  "It's...it's not that!  Not as such...well...maybe...kind...of..."  I decide to try and clarify.  "In the magazine.  The one with all the guys in it.   There was one guy.  I'm not sure which kind, but he was a Wolf, I could tell, and he kind of...also..."  I must be totally red now.  "Am I making any sense?  It's not boys.  It's a<em>specific</em>kind..."