Sunny waggled a hand in a gesture that was somewhere between 'maybe,' 'whatever,' and an uncertainty that wanted to say, 'I really want to ask if we can agree that the eight-year-old is absolutely too young to hear about sex from a strange man, but I'm afraid of your answer.' "Well, y'know, I still can't turn off the part of my brain that's telling me I needed to run from this discussion ten minutes ago, but somewhere between boredom and horrified fascination I've accepted this as something that's happening."