The Great Porn Heist
This story involves the same Chris from my last story. He was much bigger and stronger than me, but I was the smart one and I took great delight in manipulating him. He was my porn hookup, too. Back then I was pretty terrified of all these feelings. We were 13 and didn't quite understand things yet.

Chris had a porn magazine he'd let me look at whenenver I came over, so I went there pretty often. One time I got the idea to steal the magazine. When he was upstairs I took it out of its hiding spot and slipped it into my bag.

The next day Chris ran up to me in class. "You stole my porn magazine, didn't you?" I played completely innocent and denied it. I suggested maybe he left it out and his dad found it. He was angry, but accepted my excuse as theory.

I think a few months later, feeling guilty about these awful things the magazine made me feel, I threw it out, along with some vintage '60s Playboy magazines my uncle had left at my grandmother's place.

Anyway, Chris found some other seedy teenager willing to sell porn, and he started to build up quite a collection. One day, he left his magazines out on his desk when he went to school. When he got home, the magazines had disappeared. He found them in his dad's closet. It seems his dad found them and decided to confiscate them from his son, but let them not go to waste--he added them to his own collection. When I heard this story, I asked Chris, "Do you remember the time you accused me of stealing a porn magazine from you? Was that one in there?" His face fell and he said "Yes."

So I got away with it. The perfect crime! Aside from the fact the magazines always made me feel dirty and I disposed of them.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 26 Jan 2007, 5:53, Reply)