Troy's turn

"Hey, let me see some." Troy leaned forward.

"No." Susan turned back to her computer screen.

The rejected friend pouted and folded his arms. "Why not? Are you still embarrassed?"

"No, I'm not embarrassed," Susan rolled her eyes again, "I just don't want you accidentally closing anything, or spilling Liz's cup on it or something. You remember what happened last time, don't you?"

"Er." Troy shifted away. "... yeah." He looked down at his knuckles.

Susan scrolled down the screen, Trevor beside her casually snickering and pointing at a question that passed by. Again struck by curiosity, Troy leaned forward a second time.

"I'll be careful this time Susan." He set forward an upturned hand. "You don't mind, do you?"

The young dark-haired woman shrugged and said, "No, I guess not. Go ahead."

She turned the laptop over to Troy. With a word of peppy thanks, he took it and slid it in front of him, scanning the questions with awed amusement. "Oh, wow," he observed. "Everyone's so curious about sex!"

Trevor snorted. "Come on, Suzy. I was looking at it too."

She merely shook her head. "It's no big deal. I trust him not to mess anything up in front of me, anyway."

Trevor's eyes turned to demotivated slits. After an overly prolonged second, he turned to Troy, nodding his head and pushing his chair on its hind legs. "Fine. Come on, Troy, give us a good one!"

The group turned their eyes to him. The reflection of the screen yielded moving rows of text from his own. Then he blinked and spoke up. His finger pointed at a bolded line. "Hah. Here's something kinda funny."