One day, when I was a senior in high school, I went into the lavatory and was followed by a junior whose name I knew, though I didn’t know anything else about him. He was a quiet sort. As I was washing my hands, he approached me and asked me if I would like—something the reader may guess. I told him no, I wouldn’t. But it shook me up a bit. I’d never heard of anybody being asked such a thing. So…
