title: Father Knows Less Or: "Can I Cook My Sister?": One Dad's Quest to Answer His Son's Most Baffling Questions
author:  Wendell Jamieson 
description: Jamieson, city editor for the<i> New York Times</i>, whose seven-year-old son, Dean, has been in full-bore question mode for the past few years, decided that the best strategy for giving Dean the answers was also to give himself a challenge. He would get each answer from a real person who knows it by heart, whose very livelihood depends on the knowledge that Jamieson would present without sugarcoating or simplification. The result is a compendium of hilariously insightful questions from kids (age seven and under) with often insightfully hilarious answers from adults ranging from a doctor discussing the difference between somatic and neuropathic pain (What would hurt more: getting run over by a car or getting stung by a jellyfish?) to a dominatrix explaining Mach 1 air speed (If you don't hit anything with it, how does a whip make that noise?). Jamieson helpfully organizes the questions by theme into chapters, although his introductory anecdotes to each, while amusing, should have been drastically reduced to make room for more questions. Too bad this funny and fascinating book is coming out in September: it makes a perfect Father's Day gift for any dad whose child has ever asked, Why is the sky blue? or Why do we have eyebrows? or What does 'sexy' mean?<i> (Sept.)</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  If Dad Only Knew 3
  
  By
  
  Laura Lovecraft
  
  Artwork by Moira Nelligar
  
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  PUBLISHED BY:
  
  L.L. Craft Publication
  
  Copyright © 2017 by Laura Lovecraft
  
  All Characters are 18 and over
  
  Chapter One
  
  “Wow, something smells good!” Chris declared, entering the house through the
  back porch.
  
  “Is that what I think it is?” He tossed his back pack onto the foot of the
  stairs leading to the second floor and entered the kitchen.
  
  “If you’re thinking fried meatballs and my homemade gravy, you’re right.” Mom
  replied from the counter without turning around.
  
  As soon as he caught sight of her Chris forgot about food, and thought about
  something even tastier. His mother.
  
  “Hope you’re hungry.”
  
  “Oh, I’m hungry alright.” He whispered, taking in his mother from behind.
  
  Mom looked pretty damn good in her blue sundress. Good enough that he’d been
  in the house all of thirty seconds and his cock was already stiffening. Mom
  had her long dirty blond hair pinned up while she cooked and he