If you haven't read Part One, and you're not being deliberately contrary, you should probably click here . We'll wait for you to catch up. While the other boys were playing tennis ball football in the playground during both break and lunchtime, I could be found in the library. I probably still have my "Librarian" enamel badge somewhere. And there's still nothing you could teach me about the Dewey Decimal System. My pants are off right now , girls. Come at me, in orderly fashion. Ideally alphabetically, well-thumbed, and with unbroken spines. Strangely, the library wasn't where I encountered any kind of vaginal enlightenment. Even from the books in the locked cupboard, for which you had to sign for the key. I wasn't that unknowing. And the decade during which I went from 9 to 19 was the peak of that horticultural phenomenon known as "hedgerow porn." I was already aware that naked ladies sported an immense tangle between the
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