Lana Wilson blinked, her body swaying, and the people she saw seemed to be doubled.
She shook her head and then chuckled foolishly, "To make a baby... How do we make one?"
John Smith took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest, which was very tempting in the light. He leaned in and said, "I'll teach you."
Lana Wilson slapped John Smith's hand hard. "Do you think I'm stupid? You pervert. Do you think I'm that kind of... indecent person?"
John Smith narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman who claimed to be decent but had already touched his chest.
It seemed he didn't need to teach her anything.
"If you're not, then I am. Is that okay?" John Smith's lips curled up.
Lana touched John's chest again, "You... you were never... decent in the first place. You're just pretending to be..."
