"What?" I said. The paper in the lockbox was old, probably from the 1800s. I couldn't figure out what we might be able to do with any of it except kindling at this point. Then I got close enough to see it, really see it.
"She's tied up," I said.
"Vintage porn," he said, with relish. "Can you believe it? This was somebody's treasure."
I shook my head. Sure, I had a couple of magazines under the bed, but they weren't in a special lockbox.
"They probably would've been worth something before," Ray said. "Holy shit, this one has a donkey--"
I turned away. "Have fun," I said, laughing. "Should I tell Frankie?"
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Date: 2011-11-12 08:56 pm (UTC)"What?" I said. The paper in the lockbox was old, probably from the 1800s. I couldn't figure out what we might be able to do with any of it except kindling at this point. Then I got close enough to see it, really see it.
"She's tied up," I said.
"Vintage porn," he said, with relish. "Can you believe it? This was somebody's treasure."
I shook my head. Sure, I had a couple of magazines under the bed, but they weren't in a special lockbox.
"They probably would've been worth something before," Ray said. "Holy shit, this one has a donkey--"
I turned away. "Have fun," I said, laughing. "Should I tell Frankie?"