My first real reason to live came sometime between the ages of
nine and 11. I was searching the Internet for a Calgary Flames
website. What I found were the most beautiful images I had ever
seen. “Hot Naked Girls!” What kind of wondrous and magical
creatures were these? I found myself clicking link after link after
link. I eagerly anticipated the next Goddess. The naked lady, as if
overnight, became the reason to wake up in the morning.
