"Now now... Don't get cocky, as it were..." Evanora said. "Pun intended."

They both laughed. "Well, don't you?"

"What? Do I like big cocks? What if I did? What does—"

"Mom..." he interrupted her. "I was speaking about women in general. The plural 'you'."

"Oh... Fuck... I'm sorry. And now I've gone and told you... Shit!"

Evanora then stood up again, pacing nervously. She had rarely felt so uncomfortable in her life. "Can we forget that this discussion ever happened?" she asked her son.

"If you want to, but I don't mind Mom. If I can't talk about this with you, who can I ask besides my dumb friends?"

"Dumb...