Back in ought '64, the curmudgeon's sainted father took him to the movies - some action thriller called "Goldfinger" or some such.
At one point, the hero - James, or something, was introduced to a Pussy Galore.
There was quite the ripple of laughter in the theater, so the 14-year old curmudgeon-to-be leaned over to his Dad and asked "why all the laughter?"
"Oh, just a play on words" was the response.
The curmudgeon's sex training was complete.
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