[dkdiablo]

Originally Posted by SandyM

When I was in my early twenties, I worked as a handyman one summer between college semesters. There was a family I worked for, who were very uptight, social climbers, dad always wore khakis and oxford shirts, even on the weekend, mom was all about who was coming over for dinner, etc. Picture a repressed, WASPY sort of group who's 13 year old son would call them "Mummy" and "Daddy" despite being Americans. So, anyway, I built the kid a tree-fort, on the edge of their property that abutted parkland. One night, I decided to try to loosen the kid up, so I snuck through the park with 90% of my teenaged porn stash, and hid it in the tree house where I knew he would find it. Nothing too out there, just Playboys and Penthouses.

I would like to say that he turned out to be the only normal one in the family, but I lost touch with them, and really have no idea what he is like. I would guess, in retrospect that my stunt may have made him even more warped than if I hadn't done it, though. Who knows, he might have run right to Mummy and told her about the horrible things he found.

My family was a bit like that but a family friend helped me out when I was young and impressionable and shared his stash with me (I was 10). Broaden my mind, but I consider myself no more weird than any of you chaps and ladys. If anything I would consider myself a more rounded person as a result with no hang ups and more tolerant of other peoples ''quirks''. Anyway by the time I was 19 I ended up with a stash which pretty much filled a large suitcase. Most of which I still have. My wife know I have them and allows me to keep them, but only because I proved to her that they have are antiques and are worth a load of money. Which incidently they are.