Solo has every kind of porn picture imaginable – notebooks full
– scattered in various guys’ lockers. He
makes a killing selling the stuff. I’m
still trying to figure out how he gets it all in here.
To thank me for my tutoring, he offered me a free selection “whatever
you like” he said. “Casts of thousands;
girl on girl; midgets (yes midgets). “ I
told him I didn’t need it. We worked all
day Thursday on an essay of his and it sounded pretty good. He was happy with the progress he’d made.
Yesterday, I came back from work and found a notebook on my
bunk from Solo. “Have a look” the note
on top said. For hours the notebook sat
on my bunk. I got more and more
curious. I couldn’t take it anymore. I just carried the notebook back to
Solo. “Thanks, but it’s not for me,” I told
him. He laughed and asked “not even the
midgets?”
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