My father caught me once doing what all teenage boys do. Do I need to explain? No.

When I came downstairs, sheepishly, he said, much to my shock, 'I've got some old mags somewhere if you want?'

Now, you could argue about the injustice of porno mags, but for a minute, his response shocked me. I thought my dad was always very strict and pious, and never talked about anything. Clearly not. I never did get the mags, but he made his point.