The Second Hand Man
March 16th, 1966

Thinking of that first time with Hannah had gotten me more than a littleworked up. Of course, a guy in my position will have to return to relievinghimself with the help of girly magazines for awhile – a very long while!!!

Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Oh, what embarrassing practices I’mforced to undertake.

I was once a man who was having the pleasure of the company of high classcall girls. Some of the best flesh available that money could buy.

After my second divorce I was having $500 hookers round at the mansionjust about every other night. Sometimes, when the fancy took me, and I wasfeeling a little more liberal and energetic than normal, I would even invite overtwo at the same time.

I had this regular, Mandy. Who knows what the hell her real name was? Butfor the way she handled her clients, she could have called herself Harry and Iwould still have been happy paying for her special services.

I later heard from one of the other girls that she’d been stabbed todeath by some sicko crackhead.

I missed her sorely. Unlike most in her profession, she had a pretty goodhead on her shoulders. Between sessions we used to have some rather interestingand intellectual conversations.

Who knows, one day I might even look her up again?

Anyhow, now here I am reduced to wishful thinking and fantasizing betweenthe pages of a glossy magazine. The only plus factor is that I don’t need touse any tissues yet – I ain’t even physically developed enough to produce amess.

Hell, as I already mentioned, in my first life, it was years before Idiscovered there was more to Mister Winky than piddling!

After my first orgasm, it was as if scales had fallen from my eyes. Life,and especially girls, would never be viewed in the same light ever again! Eventhough it would take me some time to realize that the scheming, irritatingpony-tailed kids that had delighted in teasing the little boys, had grow up anddeveloped bodies and minds that would continue to scheme, irritate and teasethe little boys who were older but had never grown up.

I am happy to say that my father’s hiding place for his girly (I have no idea why people call themthat when there’s absolutely nothing girly about them at all?) magazines is the same now as it was muchlater when I had inadvertently discovered them in his workshop inside theripped off covers of some Popular Mechanics.

Hmm, actually the appropriateness of the title only now comes to mind!

It is easy to note that the concept of the ideal, beautiful, naked womanhas…will change quiet radically through the years.

Still, I must confess that I replace the girls in these earlier magazinesare a lot prettier. I guess you could say they are more natural.

There’s none of that pseudo enhanced beauty – no silicon, no liposuction,no plastic surgery and definitely no damned photoshopping either.

The women are a lot more buxom and with fuller figures too. I prefer thatmuch more to the anorexic fare of the future.

I guess I prefer women who have a bit more meat on their bones.

That’s why I later found Hannah to be so alluring.

She once told me, “Nobody trusts a thin baker.”

And although I knew it was not her original quip on the matter, we stillhad a jolly good laugh about it!