“So, when do Americans lose their virginity?”

He’s pushing his late-model luxury sedan as fast as it’ll go, weaving in and out of lanes just for the fun of it. The dashboard and arm rests are black leather, the seat covers are porno leopard print and the GPS is telling us about the next interchange.

“I don’t know, maybe sixteen, seventeen, eighteen?”
“I see.”
“Yeah.”
“In Japan it’s a little older.”
“Oh really? That makes sense.”

He bites his cigarette hard and takes a long drag, smacking his lips like he’s really enjoying it.

“Not me, though. I was young. Fuck mastaa japaniizu!“