The Myth of the Female Orgasm

Predator Press

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“Huh,” says my oldest son. “Smells good. What is that?”

“Chicken noodle soup.”

Skeptically, he digs into the thick fluid with the wooden spoon. “What’s in it?”

“Chicken. And noodles.”

"Blech," he grimaces, spotting the carrots and celery.

"Sorry," I says. "I forgot about the 'soup' part."

“I’ll just get something later.”

“So what are you guys going to be doing?”

“I dunno,” he shrugs, sliding into his jacket. “Hanging out.”

“Yeah, okay,” I says incredulously. “Listen. When I was your age, my mom -your grandma- gave me some advice, and I still use it. She said, ‘Always remember, men are only after one thing.’”

“What does that mean?”

“That’s all she said,” I reply walking him to the door. “I took it as some kind of warning. What she has against sleep isn’t clear, but she’s the unhappiest woman I’ve ever known.”