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the coolest thing about serena's mom was that she managed the apartment building they lived in. the coolest thing about that was it enabled serena and i to rifle through recently vacated apartments, iin search of booty. mostly we found crap. but once, we hit the motherload. hot, hardcore, porno mags. not more than 9 or 10, our experience with porn was limited to my stepdad's glossy playboys and a showtime 'after hours' gem about an uptight girl whose horny vagina unexpectedly starts singing 'get out your wang-dang-doodle.'

repulsed, intrigued. we secreted them away to my sundeck, where we soaked in both the rays and the life lessons 'miss cocksucker' magazine had to teach us. we learned that housewives often find themselves sucking off random maintenance people. we saw an op-ed piece by a satisfied gal which read "the fisherman's penis was the biggest i ever saw, at least 12 inches.' we had no idea, at the time, of her tremendous good fortune (or maybe not, i have faulty spacial relations skills, is 12 inches too much man?) by far, our favorite thing was a pic was of a big stallion of an hombre wearing only a cowboy hat and boots.

we decided to each draw a copy the cowboy picture. being retarded, mine resembled a stick insect with an extra branch protruding from it's mid-section. always artistic, serena's was delightful. she gave her dude these really nice red lips, and added a flourish of a lasso twirling around his erect penis. she was the coolest.

we hid the pictures and the magazines in a special spot where the berry bushes met my sundeck. a treasure trove lying in wait for the next generation of wayward children.