Return to Innocence

If one makes out in the parlor, there is nothing in it. If one makes out under the sunset, and through the frowzy glass of the onlookers, there again is nothing. Which hypotheseizes the question, "Where, oh where, can I ram my tongue into a female?" First, off with your head. Then, the penis. Lastly, take out the trash.

The father, bowing his head dolefully in the recliner, gripped the armrest as he finished saying this. What is a child to do, but make amends to his lifegiver?

I've thought of saying that the child would go to the kitchen and retrieve the knife, but this would be cruel to the boy. Instead, I think he would rather lunge at the father with his penis, as a bull who finds himself painted red.