"Your father said if you look at women, you will turn into stone. Which is a lie, straight up. It's like saying a writer gets laid just because he writes good."
"How?" Johnson asked, frowning like a bull who saw his cow-wife giving milk to another man.
I knitted my brows. "Are you asking how do I know that writers don't get laid?"
"No. I know the sex life of writers. I am asking, how are you sure that my father was lying?"
"Oh. Yeah, that. You said when you saw those naked women you felt something hard. Do you not understand what it was?"
"I understand. I was turning into stone."
"No! You got a boner. Simple as that."
"Lies!" Johnson retorted faster than a lawyer defending a cheating woman.
"What do you mean lies? It is natural, dumbass."
"No. My father said boner is a myth!"
"Dude, your father should be arrested for upbringing you like that. He stole your biology sessions. Heck, he stole your whole youth!"
"Don't say anything without any proof."
