Reading Jill's post about The Happy Hooker (complete with Xaviera Hollander comment!) at her fabulous site, Stella's Roar, I'm reminded of my own reading of that famous classic, on the floor of my parent's bedroom. I must have been nine or so when I found my father's cache of books in the same drawer with his ammo.
Guess which I was more intrigued by.
Actually, the fact that my father had naughty books was not in the least surprising.
Nope.
The fact that he had books at all was, however.
In fact I still can't quite believe it.
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I'll never forget the dog scene...unfortunately...I hate to admit, that I never looked at my families Bouvier (named Hercules) in quite the same way!
Don't tell anyone!
This was not among the literature in my father's sock drawer. I would have been far less shocked to see this instead of the mysterious world of Larry Flynt. My mother had "Everything you always wanted to know about sex . . ." in her scarf drawer. That damn book scarred me for life. The stuff that writer actually knew about women couldn't fill a thimble for a gnat.
I would have been far better off and happier with my sex life if my parents had just hid this stuff under their tax returns instead of underwear and accessories.
No copy of Finding Love in 90 Days?
I 'found' a copy of "The Sensuous Woman" in my mom's scarf drawer.
I'd like to think I mastered the 'butterfly kiss' on a banana by age 15.
Was it the Sensuous Woman that was written by J? I think it was...yea!
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