Watch Me Explode, Daddy
On the front was a picture of two naked guys standing facing out to sea, one with his hand on the other’s arse.
‘They’re not conventional blockbusters,’ he said. ‘More of a speciality,
you know, collectors’ editions.’
I frowned and pulled out the next one. The Gardener’ s Best Tool. I studied the cover: a large green bush strewn with underwear, from behind the foliage two pairs of feet stuck out in such a way it was obvious what the couple were doing.
He leaned forward on the counter, placed his elbows at points and rested his chin on his clasped hands. ‘I understand if they’re not your thing,’ he said then bit down on his bottom lip, flattening out that delectable dink.
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