'This came in the mail today.'

He handed Myron a magazine. On the cover was a naked woman. Calling her well-endowed would be tantamount to calling World War II a skirmish.

Most men are somewhat mammary obsessed, and Myron was not above having similar sentiments, but this was positively freakish. The woman's face was far from pretty, kind of harsh looking. She was giving the camera a look that was supposed to be come-hither but looked more like constipation.

Her tongue was licking her lips, her legs spread, her finger beckoning the reader to come closer.

Very subtle effect, Myron thought.

The magazine was called Nips. The lead story, according to the words emblazoned across her right breast: 'How to Get Her to Shave Dat Thang.'

Myron looked up sharply. 'What's this all about?'

'The paper clip.'

'What?'

But Christian seemed too weak to repeat it. He just pointed. On the top of the magazine Myron spotted a glint of silver. A paper clip was being used as a bookmark.

'It came with that on there,' Christian said in way of explanation.

Myron fingered through the pages, catching quick glimpses of flesh, until he arrived at the page marked off by the paper clip. His eyes squinted in confusion. It was an ad page, though it had as many erotic photos as any other. The top of the page read:

Live Fantasy Phone - Pick Your Girl!

There were three rows, four girls in each row, all the way down the page.

Myron's eyes scanned down. He could not believe what he was reading 'Oriental Girls Are Waiting!' 'Wet and Juicy Lesbos!' 'Spank Me,'

'Bitches in Heat!' 'Tiny Titties!' (for those who didn't like the cover, no doubt), 'I Want You to Ride Me!' 'Pick My Cherry!' 'Make Me More!' 'Wanted: Robocock.' 'Mistress Savannah Demands You Call!'

'Horny Housewife!' 'Overweight Men Wanted.' [Each with matching] - provocative poses involving telephones.