My older brother was a rebel who regularly managed to get his hands on Penthouse magazines. I used to read each of those stories a thousand times.

The first time I bought a copy it wasn't for me. It was for several of the women at work who were too embarassed to buy the "Miss America" issue. Imagine being 19 or so and having several older ladies hand you ten dollars and ask you to buy them a Penthouse. The best part was when I gave it to them. They all gathered around and looked at all of the pictures. They insisted I be there. The comments they made... dang... very... err... detailed... Really opened my eyes.