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“Obviously. I can read on the cover here that it’s a copy of Wank. What are you doing with it? I didn’t think you were into porn.”
Bryan began thumbing through the issue. Lipsticked and half naked cover girls did a spastic dance as he shook the paper, laughing.
“Oh no, I’m heavy into porn,” Frank replied with a smile. “I was just bemoaning the fact last night that that isn’t dirty enough for me.”
“All the bad words are starred out!” Bryan was laughing to the point of tears.
“I know!” Frank was nodding emphatically and laughing. “What kind of porn censors the words even?”
“The kind of porn you get out of vending machines on the sidewalk I guess.”
Bryan’s eyes were wide as he peered through the paper. It couldn’t have been the barely mildly titillating pictures that were keeping him interested.
“Ha,” Bryan uttered, but he didn’t sound that amused.
Frank looked around his desk for a moment. He saw the card that the Wank guy had handed him and picked it up. The card was remarkably plain; just white with only the name Tad Winslow and a phone number underneath that. There wasn’t even the mention of Wank. Did delivery guy Tad Winslow make up his own cards? Frank was suddenly very intrigued by the guy. He remembered the vaguely creepy feeling that the guy had given him the previous night. He felt something snag inside his brain, this invisible little hook that would not let go. Frank also grabbed his wallet from the desk and slowly placed Tad’s card inside it.
“Hey, listen to this! This is an actual quote/unquote story in here,” Bryan was loving this. By the tone of his voice he was also a little ashamed that he was loving it. “’I’m a bad girl. I used to peek through their door and watch Mommy ride Daddy just like I always wanted to ride a horse.’ Are you fucking kidding me?”
Frank sat back and got comfortable; it was fun to see Bryan get so excited about something.
“It goes on to tell about her encounter with a painter who uses his quote/unquote brush in a naughty way. She ends up with the handle of a roller brush in her p-star-s-s-y. Man, oh man. I can’t believe how cheesy this is.”
“Bryan, weren’t you a featured player in a little video movie called Randy Ranch Hands, where you used your cock to bitch slap a midget in a Little Bo Peep costume?”
“Yeah,” he said, looking at Frank for a moment above the paper. “It paid a thousand bucks.”
Bryan went back eagerly to the Wank issue and Frank shook his head.
“Oh!” Bryan exclaimed with glee. “Check this out…”