“Is this about sex?” I accuse. “Because I don’t know what it was like in your day, but yes, kids my age have sex, okay? And we give blowjobs. You might think of me as a child forever, but I happened to like giving Kye a blowjob.” My tone is angry and staccato, and I’m trying to shock him. I didn’t, actually, particularly like giving Kye a blowjob. But the comment has the desired effect. His nostrils flare and his eyes widen.
