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 Chapter 2 - Bookstore

   Had he actually read the entire sign he would've noticed that Galaxy
bookstore was two exits further south.  Instead he found himself driving
through Stonewood Park, a town infamous for its abundance of liquor stores,
sleevy bars, lascivious stripclubs and, yes, lewd adult bookstores.

   Giving up on the Galaxy bookstore he pulled into the gravel parking lot
of Stone Pole bookstore.  It was once name the Stonewood, but the few
residents that retained some moral character protested and forced the name
change.  Eric didn't care what it was called as long as he could find some
cock inspiration to feed his week-long jerk-a-thon.

   Parking the car, he tried to settle his nerves.  He must have visited a
hundred or so adult bookstores but every time hadn't changed from the
first. His face was still flushed, his palms sweaty and his movements
jerky. Nothing like admitting to the world that you masturbate by entering
a porn shop, and it always made him feel thirteen again.  He gathered his
courage, checked his wallet and got out of the car.

   He walked along the length of the windowless brick building, passing a
long line of cars to the entrance at the front.  He opened the big metal
door with a black on grey sign that stated, "Go home if you're under 18!"
Somone scratched "and fuck your mommy" after the word home.  Eric smiled to
himself and walked in.

   This was a store of no shame.  After passing by the husky bald and
tattooed clerk standing behind the elevated counter, Eric had to make a
decision.  To the left there was an opening to the room with a banner above
the door labeled "Toy Box".  Through it he saw leather masks, strap-on
dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, blow up dolls, whips, chains and much more.
In the center there were two doors, one marked "Video Arcade" and the other
"Couple Booths".  To the right was another opening to a room under a banner
labeled "Steaming Books and Videos".  Being there on a mission, he turned
right.

   The room had more videos than Blockbster-a dozen aisles and wall to
wall, seven feet high, packed with DVD's.  The first two aisles were
dedicated to books and magazines.  Signs hung from the ceiling denoting
genres.  "Vanilla", "Teen", "Interracial", "Anal", "Gangbang", Hardcore",
"Bondage/S&M", "Fetish", "Strap-On", "Lesbian", "Gay", "Bi", "Shemale",
"Bestiality"...  this was the porno-Mecca and Eric enjoyed his pilgrimage.