My Aunt Anne came to live with us after her divorce. She had a part time jobas a hair dresser, and was at home most evenings. I had no idea why she didn’t date. She just seemed to like to stay home and read. She had quite a collection of magazines. Some of them were women’smagazines, and one in particular, I noticed, show pictures of naked men with hard ons. One day while she was out shopping, I went into her room, slowly goingthrough the drawers, looking for the stash of nudie magazines she had hiddensomewhere. I found a letter...
