At the porn shop, wandering around looking down eschewing eye contact wishing I was on Prozac. Skipping past my usual sections, amateurs, gangbangs, going in a new direction. Over to the fetish collection. Browse the lurid boxcovers. Chuckle at outrageous titles. Looking for the right sight to cause a revival. Boss Bitches Part 8 in the serial appears to be worthy masturbatory material. The cover photos look surreal, the lack of plot is most ideal. Keep a real low profile, the better to conceal the vile nature of my chosen style. Meander to the counter when there's noone else around. The clerk glances at the video, and clears the transaction like a consummate professional. Next stop home to "review" the material.