Back when our neighborhood, and the neighborhoods around it, were still fairly new (surrounded by prairie; junk mail was still addressed to “rural route”):
I can remember finding a stash of Penthouse in a burned-out farmhouse, as well as another collection under some brush next to some woods. (The latter included swingers’ directories – I was 11 and had to figure out that’s what they were. Lots of “stub” descriptors.) Most likely some other kid had simply attempted to hide them, but right in that immediate vicinity, I was told that someone had exposed himself to a younger kid, and another was molested. All of that was hearsay, but later on it made me wonder if someone had left the magazines as a lure. A few years later when I was about 16, I was riding my bike through another new neighborhood and there was a Playboy on the side of the street. Not even hidden, just lying out in the open. No other houses nearby (and not yet under construction). I figured I couldn’t even get it into the house without being noticed, so I passed.
