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"Mom, what's an orgasm?"

Even nearly a decade later, I cringe thinking about driving in the car with my mom and how I, after gathering courage during a period of silence, asked about the word I had heard the seventh grade boys joking about at the lunch table next to mine. I had attempted to look it up in the classroom dictionary but, thinking the word was spelled "O-R-C-A-S-M," I had studied the page from ORCA to ORDER and back again with no luck.