Later on, like a lot of teenagers did then, I found part time jobs to add to the merge pocket money we received, eventually finding one I loved in an old dusty bookshop in a narrow lane over the railway crossing. I was not allowed to serve but sorted books, putting them on the right shelf, dusting them and boxing up the old ones that were never likely to sell and I went for a couple of hours after school every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday while Saturday was a full half day from opening time until we closed for lunch. This job rapidly became the most wonderful time of my young life so far and the added bonus of being able to take any book I fancied home to read made it all the better. I was rummaging around in a dusty corner one Saturday, carefully dusting the old leather bound ones when I found a box that was well taped up and I put it to one side until I had finished and then without even thinking anything of it carefully undid it to see if there were any useful but forgotten volumes in it. I was in awe as the open lid revealed not books but old picture postcard sized photos and the first handful I looked at were of men and women indulging in every kind of sex one could imagine, some even colour tinted to enhance nipples, haloes, bell-ends and flesh, it was then bookman caught me with them. He looked flustered as he said that was were they were and he had forgotten them, adding that I was not really old enough yet to be looking at them and as I nearly broke into tears for doing wrong he immediately tried to calm me down as he took them off me. A little later he asked me how many times I had looked at them and still a little ashamed I coyly said only that once and I had never seen pictures like that before not realising that people would pose for ones like that . He laughed and told me there was a lot of money to be made from them and now there were books with photos like that and they cost pounds to buy. I laughed nervously remarking that I had never seen any on our shelves and he laughed fit to burst as he told me it was against the law to sell them and all shopkeepers were very careful who knew and I must never tell that I had seen pictures like that, reminding me that I was now part of business, so to speak, and would have to act very grown up over things like that.

We did not speak of it for a while and the box duly disappeared and in the end I innocently risked asking if it was lost again, he smiled and said it was safely locked away but if I was a good girl we would look at some of the pictures when we closed for lunch. I was both shocked and proud at the same time to think that he was even thinking that he would allow me to see them again and eagerly went to work to make the time pass quickly. He locked up, that being the sign that I was allowed in the sales counter area to finish my day off tidying round. He stopped me and went to a cupboard and took the recognisable box out, sorting through them and selecting what I supposed would be the least naughty ones. I was wrong and they showed adults having full sex and he slowly laid each one in front of me. He put the last one in front of me and only half exposed it as if he suddenly realised that he had picked a wrong one but as I looked more closely he took his hand away so that it was in full view.