Chapter 37

• "Triggered by what?" my mother asks back, her forehead creased, almost undoing the effects of the Botox she uses.
• "Triggered by the excitement of hearing her gentle voice," I say, causing my father to stifle a laugh while my mother appears to widen her eyes. Clearly, the woman who gave birth to me is surprised by my indecent words. But it doesn't end there because I continue my sentence. "Imagine being me. After days of restraining myself from thinking about and missing my future wife, suddenly I have to contact her to comfort her. Everything I've been holding back will come rushing back."
• "I can't hold myself back. And if my passion peaks because of all the erotic thoughts about my future wife, do you want me to spend my time in the bathroom and..." The words about to come out of my mouth are stopped by my mother's chubby hand.