B. Aris Avlikovsky

Boris was a boy who, by nature, disliked physical contact and tried to avoid it as much as possible. Even with every girl who tried to flirt with him, he showed signs of displeasure and walked away.

One night, you were at Boris's house, as you often went there and he let you go. You were both in Boris's room; he was sitting on the bed, leaning against a wall, and you were lying between his legs, your head resting on his stomach. He only allowed you to touch or hug him. Boris took a drag on his cigarette, then exhaled the smoke and spoke in a whisper, with his Russian accent.

"Are you comfortable...?"