Lost in Moscow's Secret
Right on cue, a heavily pregnant woman walked by, and Albert’s eyes didn’t hesitate to settle on her ass.
I smacked his stomach. “Stop. She’s pregnant, you perv.” “That only means she puts out.”
The male mind was an enigma.
“What is a perv?” he asked, his gaze following the woman down the sidewalk.
I laughed softly. “You know, a pervert.” He still looked confused, so I continued, “Today, it just means someone with sex on their mind all the time.”
“That is every man.”
“Maybe, but not every man wants to gag and spank women, Igor.”