.who cares? Right? So, just enjoy the story as a story and leave it at that. So, enjoy! ]1976. Summer. Los Angeles, CA. No one is going to believe thi..., I know. But, believe it, or not, I had one of the most unusual experiences of my life (then, or now) while I was living, or trying to live, in Los Angeles, CA; and trying (without success, I must ad) to get into the porn business as a porn actor. How many young men have tried to do that? Probably thousands; each thinking they are going to be. With his smooth and shaven balls he felt totally humiliated as he tried to make his shaking legs carry him along the street. He had been ordered to let anybody and everybody see the shame of his nakedness and the shame of having had his balls shaved. But to his enormous relief the road seemed deserted. He reached the skip. Touched it as ordered and set off back. He hoped to get back without being seen again but there was a girl standing outside Maddie’s flat watching his progress down the. Amber, honey, are you waiting for us?" he called out. She turned toward us."Papa Sly, can I just ... Is it okay just to walk with you a while?" Of course it is," he answered. "Do you want to go out and spend a few minutes with her before others arrive?" Amber nodded. Sly put an arm around her shoulders and turned back the way we'd come. "I never get tired of visiting her. I'll see you later, Brian." He and Amber kicked their shoes off at the beginning of the path and continued to walk along. “Where are you from,” he asked.“Southern England,” Mike repliedI knew once he engaged us in conversation, we were hooked.“Come inside we have the best live sex show in Amsterdam,” said the doorman.“No, we’re going back to our hotel,” I said.“Once you have seen our live show you’ll be so turned on, you will have to make love. I guarantee it,” said the doorman. “And you will be in your own private room, so there's nothing to stop you,” he continued.This threw me, I’d somehow imagined sitting in a.