The window near my desk at work overlooks an Adult Bookshop. It makes for amusing viewing during the day. Watching people scoot furtively in the door then walk out a little later, head in the air, almost doing that pantomine whistling-and-looking-innocent thing.
While women walk straight past, rarely does a male pass without a second, longing glance. As though inside is the Golden Porn...the porn that will change his life and make everything good. Women only give that look to shoe shops.
But, most perplexing, are the boards outside advertising New Weekly and Woman's Day. I sit at my desk and wonder if the businessman slinking out has a copy of Big and Busty in his briefcase or if he is just surreptitiously obsessed with Renee Zellwegger's diet secret and what Nicole Kidman wore to the Oscars.