Off-colour jokes and penthouse letters made me laugh at the theft of the idea from what would be Penthouse Magazine. Important and outspoken women tol... how they though women were unfairly treated. Segregation and racial intolerance were very common and the magazine was one of the ways it could be exposed and allowed to die before all the riots occurred in later years. All this was to educate a new generation of young males who would one day vote the way they should.I personally ordered ten. .. no ... how can this be happening!” she gasped.“Mike?” she asked tremulously turning her head to look into adjoining dark living room.The raging fire of passion dissipated and bracing herself on the counter she took several deep breaths. She turned and hesitantly walked to the living room foyer. She peered in and clicked on the ceiling light. I was stretched out on the sofa grinning at her. My dingy loafers where propped up on the arm of the sofa, resting on her white embroidered lacy. " The words came out little better than a squeak. This isn't happening it can't be real. He gripped the edge of his bed knuckles white."Tristan Darling." A pretty brown haired woman walked into the room.His jaw dropped to his chest. "Sarah!" Yes of course Tristan who did you expect?" Well ... I ... I don't know what to expect. Have I been away for four years?"Sarah frowned, "no, of course not you have been unconscious for a couple of weeks since they removed that damn implant from your head.". That sort of thing," I stammered. "What is it?" It's just a little coke," he said. "Come on, it's free anyway. No charge. You're gonna feel like a million dollars." Please, no ... I can't do it. I have kids. Jilly is at day care and..." I glanced at my watch and when I looked back up Gary was holding a short straw in his fingers."You like the pills, right?" he asked me. "You need some? I'll get you some ... After we do this, okay?" You promise?" I asked and his hazel eyes smiled into mine."I.