Quite recently I ran into Tony, who was outside repairing his parents’ mailbox.

He was wearing only shorts and sandals, so I was able to see much of his fantastic body up close. He invited me in for a cold drink, saying there was something he wanted to speak with me about. As we sat at the kitchen table with glasses of iced tea, he seemed to be a little anxious, so I asked him what was on his mind. “Well,” he said, “I just wanted to tell you that I saw the letter you sent to Penthouse.”

Now I was the one getting anxious. I started to apologize, but Tony stopped me and asked that I listen to what he had to say. He wanted to explain that he had made the tape as an audition for an adult-film producer who had recently paid one of Tony’s friends quite well for a similar tape.