I used to work in an office where my female colleagues were either approaching spinsterhood or destined for one. Naturally, since most of them had no boyfriends since birth, they constantly bombarded me with questions about, uhm, human sexuality.
One time, out of curiousness, curiousity, whatever, they designated me to buy Larry Flint’s porn magazine, Hustler, knowing fully well that I knew where to buy these things. They shared the cost of the magazine and I got to keep it, of course. All they wanted was to find out for them selves—just for a few minutes, really, they wouldn’t dream of bringing it home--why guys fall over themselves over the prurient material.
April only took a few glimpses. She said she couldn’t possibly take her lunch after seeing the pictures. The rest of them, including Che, were giggling as they browsed through the pages. Del even took her sweet time looking at the pages.
Since Hustler features explicit naked pictures of women, I really wonder if, had it been a magazine devoted to explicit naked men, what their reactions would be like. Instead of giggling, they’d probably be sweating and crossing their legs. :)
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