Summary:

"It starts with an auction at his mom’s charity. Shane’s eyes scan through the various pieces, and finally settle on a mannequin at the end of the row. The black felt is wrapped in layers of corded red rope. Layers and layers of intricate knots, lines doubling back on one another, building tessellating diamonds and swirls in luxuriously-soft silk. It cages the mannequin’s torso, running over nondescript lumps in its chest area, under its arms, and—Shane’s tongue darts out, moistening his dry lips—down around the androgynous pubic mound. A thought flashes through his mind. I wonder how that would feel on me. "