The Cost Is Too High, My Dear

It showed a naked young woman with two men looking at her as she squatted and “peed” in front of them, she was as young as I had been when I did that and I went crimson. Later on, like a lot of teenagers did then, I found part time jobs to add to the merge pocket money we received, eventually finding one I loved in an old dusty bookshop in a narrow lane over the railway crossing. They were in full colour but in foreign languages and he laughed at my quizzical look, saying the men did not buy them to read but to get excited looking at the pictures. He locked up, that being the sign that I was allowed in the sales counter area to finish my day off tidying round. I had to laugh with him and as we were counting the box of the old photos I innocently asked if the girls liked what the men were doing to them and if it hurt them.