Leo spent most of Tuesday chasing two paths of thought. On the first, there was nothing but fantasy after fantasy about how far he could have taken his and Gordy’s time together in the truck. He remembered reading an article in a gay men’s magazine in which the author had been irrefutably convinced that the “men think about s*x every seven seconds” was a damn lie and cited research to prove it. He also recalled chuckling at the article because obviously it would be impossible for anyone to think about s*x every seven damn seconds—be it man, woman, or horny teenager. There would be a lot more accidents in the world and a lot less work getting done if that was the case. However, agreeing with the article or not, Leo knew he would have done nothing good for their statistics on this particular
