#24 Man to Man

Oscar and I stared over the desk at each other. The jumbled piles of paper and towering stacks of books on my desk seemed poised to fall and extinguish what was left of the dwindling conversation. He was clearly perplexed and the bewildered look on his face moved me to pity. The leather on his armchair creaked as he shifted his weight. How could I explain it to him? I concentrated on the whisps of smoke that were curling up from the smoldering cigar. It was no use… I could not escape the awkwardness of the situation. "You see, Oscar…" I began. "The man has a peni…" I paused, rolled my eyes, slumped back into my chair, and stared up at the ceiling. I could not begin that way; it was just too generic. "When a man and a woman really love each other…" There was obviously no dignified way of getting this point across. "Son, Rex is not trying to play leap-frog with you and your buddies…he’s…" I sighed and put my hands over my eyes. "…just don’t play leap-frog with Rex anymore, ok?"