So I sat with him in his chair, and he held me. We didn't talk. He rubbed my back and we just enjoyed the closeness. After a while, I got up. It was time for me to be heading home… home to the rest of my life.
And as I rose to go, I noticed a wet spot on his pants. Something had leaked through. For a moment, seeing the dark spot near his fly made me uneasy, and I wondered...Had he become aroused? Was that wet spot there because of me sitting with him?

How easy to explain away the evidence of what I did not want to acknowledge.
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