As a motel ‘maid,’ I would find Playboy or Penthouse left behind in a room I was cleaning often enough that I didn’t need to pay for any. Later on — circa 1980 — I knew one day that I had reached adulthood when I went to the drugstore near my house to buy Penthouse. I’d been buying it for years by then anyway, but that day, the woman behind the counter asked how Mom was doing. “Oh, she’s just fine,” I said as I handed over the cash.
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