In reality I had Art magnificent porno collection in a heavy trunk locked because the supposed danger of the chemicals in it. The collection consisted...of hundreds of dirty books and magazines with a few films to complete the package. The books were of every sort—from plain, no-nonsense hard cover porno to high class literary type erotica. In one corner of the trunk was a stack of semi pornographic picture magazines and in another corner there was a stack of genuine porno magazines, most of them. Carefully he wiped away her tears with his fingertips and said, "But I did, so that's okay then."They arrived back at the shop where Mavis lived in the little flat above and she searched her bag for her keys. She opened the door, then turned back to Eric and gave him a peck on the cheek. The feel of her velvet lips and the aroma of her perfume intoxicated and emboldened him to ask, "Mavis ... Would you ... Would you like to go to the pictures with me tomorrow?"She smiled warmly, "Why, yes. I'd. Jen was on the verge of passing out and I collapsed limply beside her as Courtney took over and rubbed my come all over Jen's body, scooping up the drops that were closest to her lips and feeding them to our lover. Jen sucked on Courtney's fingers as we all fell into exhausted sleep.I slipped out from between my lovers early in the morning and watched them roll together, kissing softly even though neither was fully awake. I went out to bake cinnamon rolls.Good morning, sweetheart. I'm glad it's. "I dabble. I do a little of this and a little of that. I write, I work with computers, some basic assassination, even the occasional axe murder," he said with a smile when she jerked her head up, looking at him. "OK, I am kidding about the assassination part. I am a free spirit. An artist if you will. Really, I dabble," he said, trying to convince her."So how do you afford this place?" she asked waving her hand about generally. An apartment this size would have cost a month's salary in New York.