A pair of young, giggling girls walked up the stairs to the second story apartment. They lived directly on top of each other in the building, so almost every waking minute was spent together. The problem was that Alex would sleep in until 11am, which is something that I had not yet mastered, and would not for a few years to come. She whispered, with a devious look on her face, "Come on, I found something that you have to see." Little did I know at the time that it would be her father's stack of porn magazines, which to us still meant little after seeing them. We flipped through the pages, looking curiously at the pictures. The nudity was something that I was used to. But the staged sex scenes.. that was different. The image of a woman with her legs spread wide open while lounging on a couch is still with me today. The pages kept turning. We pointed, laughed, and whispered comments about what we saw. Nothing too concrete, but it was more interesting than what the Growing Up program would ever teach us later on. Sex to me was the image of that woman- when all I can remember is her face.
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