CHAPTER THREE
Jerry Trent was at the age when the fires of physical hump-desire were so urgent and still so new, that there was the constant temptation to achieve joyful release all by his lonesome. As a matter-of-fact, until he had started working at Fowler's Emperium, the hot petting sessions he had with his girl friend, Edie Coleman, would arouse him to fever pitch, then it would stop there because he was very "idealistic" about her. So he'd go home, lie in his bed and before he knew it his own hands would give him the quick, sharp ecstatic release of m**********n. Heck, he thought, as he wiped the globs of hot sperm from his c**k, it was better than maybe getting Edie in trouble.
But now he would see that the fancy tales about horny, c**k-hungry housewives that the other delivery men
