Thirty years ago, when youngsters wanted to look at pictures of bare-naked ladies, it required no small measure of ingenuity. Were Dad's Playboys hidden somewhere in the den? In the back of his bedroom closet? The dresser? Under the bed? Could they be removed--and replaced--without detection? I should hasten to add that my own father kept no smut in the house, at least that I ever found, but a good friend's dad had quite the cache of Playboys, as well as a couple of "naturist" magazines. That's how life was lived in those days, and nobody had to convene a three-day...
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