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WhatsAppI took a deep breath and plunged in. "I know you're on Rapidshare, and I know you're downloading some pretty raunchy stuff. I just want to make sure you're being careful, that's all."
As I sat there, lost in thought, I heard the sound of the front door opening. It was Jack, and he was home earlier than I had expected. I got up from the kitchen table and headed to the living room, where I found him sprawled out on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone.
He looked up at me, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance on his face. "What's up, Mom?"
He rolled his eyes and pulled his knee out from under my hand. "Mom, come on. I can handle it."
"Hey, kiddo," I said, trying to sound casual. "How was your day?"
I understood more than he thought, though. I had grown up in the 80s, and I had seen my fair share of wild and raunchy behavior. But this was different. This was the internet age, and the access to information and the ability to connect with others was so much greater. It was like a whole different world out there, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.
He grunted in response, not looking up from his phone. I sighed and sat down next to him, trying to think of a way to broach the subject that had been on my mind.
I wasn't so sure about that. As I looked at him, I couldn't help but wonder if he was really ready for the wild and raunchy world he was entering.
As I sat in the kitchen, sipping my coffee and staring out the window, I couldn't help but think about my son, Jack. He was a wild and raunchy kid, always getting into trouble and pushing the boundaries. I loved him to death, but sometimes I worried about the path he was headed down.
"Jack, we need to talk," I said, putting a hand on his knee.
It had started a few months ago, when Jack had turned 16. He had suddenly developed a taste for the finer things in life, and by that, I mean the raunchy and wild things. He would spend hours on his computer, browsing through websites and watching videos that made my skin crawl. I had tried to talk to him about it, to warn him about the dangers of the internet and the consequences of his actions, but he just laughed it off and told me I didn't understand.