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| Kevin’s mother unlocked the door so when her son came home from school, he could enter without distracting her from her domestic duties. Today, as he entered, he said “Hi mom” and quickly made a B-line for his bedroom with adult anime on his mind. “How strange” thought Diane, Kevin’s mother. He didn’t even give me a chance to nag about leaving his book-bag next to the door…“something is up,” her motherly instincts told her. Reaching his room, Kevin closed his door firmly behind him and opened his book-bag fervently. Adult anime! He couldn’t peruse the adult anime magazine in school. Fixating on a particular graphic on page 11, Kevin gasped as he couldn’t believe his eyes! Do people really that, he asked himself. “Suppertime!” he heard his mom call. To keep his mom away from his room, he immediately but grudgingly laid down the adult anime mag, earmarked page 11 and ran down the hallway. “Someone’s hungry,” smirked Diane when he reached the kitchen. She premeditated her investigation: “Hon, before you serve yourself, take out the trash,” an understood imperative with no ifs ands or buts. Kevin hurried to the garbage can and began unloading it. The time it would take for him to walk to the curb on the half-acre front yard would be long enough for Diane to peek into his room. As soon as Diane heard the front door close, she hurried to Kevin’s room. She found the adult anime publication on the floor, as obvious as day. She skipped to the page he had earmarked. She smirked. “So he thinks that people actually do that,” she thought. It’s time we have “The Talk” before adult anime does all the talking. |
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