“Those pictures aren't posed,” replied John, smiling at my mistake. “Those pictures were taken by a concealed camera and they record exactly what they seem to, — men getting thrills out of abusing young girls in any way they like. While I go see about getting us a couple of drinks, you can look through the rest of the catalogue.”

He rose and strode off, and I began to leaf through the large leather-covered album from the beginning. It contained at least a hundred superb photographs, and each one depicted with amazing clarity and detail some bizarre and perverted form of sexual activity. Just as a collector's item of pornographic pictures, the album must have been worth a small fortune, for I'm sure that every imaginable variation of exciting sexual possibilities was illustrated. And John had assured me that they were not posed but had been photographed during their actual performance.

There were pictures showing men horribly mistreating beautiful women and girls, and also being mistreated by sternly dominating beautiful women. Every possible position for screwing was illustrated, and the same went for cock-sucking and buggering. There were men enjoying sex with other men, and with young boys. There were sex-acts involving animals, and also involving complicated machines and instruments. There were scenes showing women playing intimately with other women, and with young girls and with young boys. There were pictures of children of both sexes toying with each other in the lewdest possible ways. And there were several examples of the type of sexual variance which I enjoy, — men attacking very young girl-children and subjecting them to terrible indignities and rape.

When John returned with two drinks, I was boiling over with questions. He silenced me with a gesture and said, 'I'll tell you everything, you can know about The Club now. Later when you decide whether you want to join, you will learn more, including where it is.