I treasure the wild sex we shared.”
“Mom, are you saying I could turn into my father!”
“No, I wasn’t. D-D-D-DuRaN dah man.”
“No matter how much of a man you are, you always will be my child. Indian sex No. D-D-D-DuRaN dah man.”
“No matter how much of a man you are, you always will be my child. But I need to tell you something you don’t want to hear.”
Beginning to cry, “I can’t stand this, Mom!”
“Your father was only two years older than you are now.”
Angrily, “So!”
“Do you know the way Maria feels about you?”
“Duh!”
“That’s how I felt about your father back then.”
Crying harder, “No way, Mom! In 2002, one out of 200 Americans got a sexually transmitted disease.”
“That’s not too terrible.”
“I disagree. I loved him so much.”
“Why does life have to be so crazy!?”
“I don’t know, Jeff. Don’t tell me.”
Laughing, “I think that came out wrong! Noooo.”
“He was sweet as pie, Jeff. I have asked myself that question many times.”
“Mom, I’m glad you have happy sexual memories.”
Hugging Jeff, “Me too!”
“I guess you’ve gotten real good at masturbating.”
Laughing, “You might say that.”
“Mom, I’m gonna have to give you a good time.”
“Jeff!
