”“I’m parked in back, comeon.”So I followed him up the alley. It was dark as midnight, streetlights didn’t penetrate and I could barely mak...e out his car parked where it couldn’t be seen. When he opened the driver’s door the car lit up. It was an old-fashioned full size station wagon. I climbed into the front bench seat and the lights went out. He turned on the radio that was set to some FM station playing soft music. Then he reached in back and pulled a small cooler to the front, opening. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is. He saw Paula and walked slowly to us taking in Paula’s body as did, then as he reached us he surprised me by stopping by Paula and asked if we were OK in a broken English accent, looking directly at Paula’s body and her vaginal lip shaped in her bikini.Paula jumped at his words and struggled to see him in the bright sunlight as she had removed her shades. She raised her right hand to shade her eyes and said “hi” to him.He smiled at her and still staring at her breast and vagina asked which. Sorry miss. No." Burt lowered his head, fearful to meet her glare."I don't like this seat here. Move it for me."She pointed to the heavystone bench she'd been seated on. Burt's shoulders sagged. It lookedincredibly heavy. "There," she said, pointing. "Move it there."Burt shuffled past her and did his best to lift it, straining under thegargantuan weight. After several minutes of back-breaking labour andwith sweat streaming down between his shoulder blades, he managed to getit into position. He.