Do you like fucking women?

Jack was taken back but such an vulgar question. Obviously the boy was just here to shock him.

"Get the fuck out," Jack demanded.

The boy leaned closer and asked again, "Do you like fucking women?"

Something in the boy's stare froze Jack. His anger shifted to fear. Something about this boy overpowered Jack.

"Do ... you ... like ... fucking ... women?" the boy sternly asked for the third time.

"Yes, of course, I do. Hell, I love fucking women," Jack answered.

The boy stood up and snapped his fingers.

"Not any more you don't," the boy said and calmly walked out.

Jack swallowed and felt his mouth go dry. His head was spinning slightly. He felt warm and cold at the same time.

He had to get some air. He dashed out of his office.