Jovin began to unbutton his shirt, “See, I haven’t yet got my operation done. I tie them up.” “No, no, there’s no need,” I said and turned away hastily, but caught a flash of the crepe bandage that bound his breasts. “It’s no big deal,” Jovin said, “Guys sit around shirtless. If I were operated on, I’d be sitting like that, right? I get so bloody frustrated when [Selvam] sits around without a shirt. I want to yell a