“Oh Mr. Jewett! What a naughty boy you are!” There was a stack of digest-sized magazines inside the drawer, and Naughty Boy was, in fact, the name of the one on top. The blurry picture on the cover showed a boy of about nine. He was wearing a ’50’s-style motorcycle cap and nothing else. Sally reached into the drawer and pulled out the magazines—there were a dozen of them, maybe more. Happy Kids. Nude Cuties. Blowing in the Wind. Bobby’s Farm World. She looked into one and could barely believe what she was seeing. Where did things like this come from?
Ok this guy deserves whatever Mr. Gaunt has in store for him
