The Final Detail

And in this case

The splat would be a penis, yes.

Interesting, Thrill said. Suppose I'm a transsexual.

Pardon?

Suppose I had a penis, but now it's gone. You'd be safe, right?

Wrong.

Why?

Phantom penis, Myron said.

Pardon?

Like in a war when a guy loses his limb and still thinks it's there. Phantom penis.

But it's not your penis that would be missing.

Still. Phantom penis.

But that doesn't make any sense.

Exactly.

Thrill showed him nice, even white teeth. Myron looked at them. Can't tell much about gender

from teeth. Better to check the cleavage again. You realize that you're massively insecure about

your sexuality, she said.

Because I like to know if a potential partner has a penis?

A real man wouldn't worry about being thought of as a fag.

It's not what people think that bothers me.

It's just the penis issue, she finished for him.

Bingo.

I still say you're sexually insecure.

Myron shrugged, palms raised. Who isn't?

True. She shifted her rear. Vinyl on vinyl. Grrrr sound. So why don't you ask me out on a

date?

I think we just went over this.

You find me attractive, right? What you see, I mean.

Yes.

And we're having a nice talk?

Yes.

You find me interesting? Fun to be with?

Yes and yes.

And you're single and unattached?

He swallowed. Two more yesses.

So?

So and again, don't take this personally

But it's that penis thing again.

Bingo.

Thrill leaned back, fiddled with the neckline zipper, pulled it up a bit. Hey, it's a first date. We

don't have to end up naked.

Myron thought about that. Oh.

You sound surprised.