“I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under t...e government’s benevolent eye. Titles and first names are impolite gender conventions.His voice is vaguely familiar, but my head is muzzy; too filled with dreams of last night to think properly. I can’t place where I’ve heard it.He brings my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss on my palm. I try to hide a shiver at the unmistakable punch of lust it gives. Peter, my cousin, had to stay with me for the wedding. Like me, he was slightly built, but as friends we enjoyed having a rough and tumble, throwing stones, and poking fun at girls. They seemed boring, as they only talked about clothes and seemed to giggle at everything from behind their hands.The house was full of noise, doors opening and shutting, calls of "Have you seen this", "Where's my hat", etc.The doorbell rang again, "Oh Michael, will you see who it is, please". I sighed and ran down. My heart flutters every time I see your name, thinking 'Maybe this is it we will finally be together, can we handle it, can we make it through hardships. Will we make each other happy?' Questions flood my mind but never get answered. Will I ever be at peace with myself? My mind wanders to your beautiful face, your perfectly pouted lips, your beautiful grey eyes, your amazingly beautiful white straight smile, sharp canines pulling my view directly towards them. Your perfectly shaped body, your. 'Wenn das der Preis ist, dass ich dich endlich haben kann, und er dabei ist, dann lass uns' .....'Wow', dachte ich, springt sie da wirklich über eine Schwelle? Würde sie sich wirklich so gehen lassen, einfach nur, weil sie mit mir will?'Er kann zusehen', kam sie mir zuvor, 'aber dafür will ich auch zuschauen, wie er dich verwöhnt'.Jetzt war ich baff. War sie doch eigentlich bi, aber eher mehr auf weiblich gepolt ... sie wollte ja nicht nur mit mir genießen, sondern auch zusehen, wie er mich.