I have my 3 volumes of the Fifty Shades trilogy sprawled out across the floor- as I have previously mentioned (many, many times), the books are essentially literary porn. If you flip to a random page chances are the characters are making out in some way. Good thing my parents have no interest in my books.
There's also the matter of having roughly 20G of porn on my hard-drive. It's not mine, but I haven't deleted it. My computer does not require a password to access, and my mother uses it when she feels like it... Sometimes I'm grateful for her computer illiteracy- but at other times it gives me a deep sense of exasperation.
This reminds me of the other time, when I had something bad open (can't exactly remember what), and I left the window minimised. I went out for a walk, came back, and Mum was sitting in my chair using my computer. That almost gave me a heart attack. The sort of heart attack you'd get if you ate 100 cheeseburgers. Judging from the fact that I'm still alive, you should have deducted that she didn't notice my minimised window.
Dad takes my phone away with him sometimes- because I have infinite credit. It's hard to remember to clean up my stuff... I'm pretty sure I had some form of pornography on my phone, until I got rid of it so Dad wouldn't see. Except there's still this app on my phone called "Sex Master", which I just found... Huh, interesting. Also, The Kama Sutra Vatsyayana uses the word "congress" instead of sex. That's a book in my book-reading app. When people say congress I tend to think of a bunch of American politicians with white hair... If the words congress and sex were interchangeable...
Well, it'd be a bit crowded
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