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  • When the priest was looking for a volunteer, my aunt Patricia knew she was the best prospect for the job. She would stand, wearing a thicker and darker veil over her fancy Easter hat so as not to be recognized, and write down the names of the men from her parish who would enter the downtown Adult Bookstore.
    She was so relieved her husband spared her the shame she would have suffered had she seen him going inside the store.
    She knew deep in her heart and soul he was not that kind of man. She loved him so dearly.
    What she never found out was that my uncle had a Gold Membership which allowed him to use the back entrance.

    Clarification: Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is not coincidental.

    [photo by jean-claude]
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