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“What were you doing?” asks Jack.


Sam snaps off the shower and yanks his towel tightly around himself. “Don't do that. If someone's in the shower, don't look at them.”


“Why?”


“Privacy. People like privacy.” Sam's face is red and, to Jack's disappointment, all the pleasure has left his body. He's full of embarrassment, an emotion Jack doesn't fully understand or like to feel. Sam pushes past Jack, grabbing his clothes. He's still wet, water dripping off his hair and leaving footprints on the floor as he marches to his room.


“What were you doing?” Jack asks again, following behind.


“Oh my god. It’s, uh… It's called masturbation,” says Sam. Normally he looks at Jack when he talks to him, but he doesn't now. Jack has never felt him so out of sorts. “It's something you'll learn more about when you're old-” He shakes his head.


Jack doesn't want to wait until he's old. “I want to learn about it now. Can you do it again?”


“Oh god,” says Sam. “Wait here.” He disappears into his room and, to Jack's great disappointment, when he opens the door, he's dressed, his penis hidden in his jeans.


“Come on,” says Sam. He closes the door behind Jack and motions for him to sit at the desk. “Here, I'll find you some instructional materials.” He opens his laptop and types in 'masturbation’ in the browser search bar. He mutters, “We're going to have to child lock the internet.”

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