His Dark Fantasies
I shrugged, although it was really more like the top one percent, but I wasn't a blowhard asshole like someone else in the room.
"What happens to your Mensa brain when you see a hot girl, a big pair of tits or you're watching p**n?" he asked.
I didn't respond right away, as he'd finally made a point I couldn't argue against. Once the blood started rushing into my lower head, my upper head changed. I wasn't as smart, but in my fantasies I became a much different person... suddenly in a stunning flash of dismayed clarity I realized I became just like my father... dominant and smug... both things I wasn't in real life. Well, even at normal times I could be smug around people I found insipid.