Sometimes my friends and I would go there and hang out. One afternoon, I went there looking to see if any of my friends were there. I didnt see any of them. The only one who there was a neighborhood kid, Kyle, and his sister Kelly. Kyle was around and Kelly was . both were cute kids that I knew from seeing them around the neighborhood. Kyle didnt run around with my friends and me, but I saw him hanging around from time to time.

I didnt really think of him as my friend, but he didnt seem to have any friends, and he was rather slow. We were sitting on his steps one day just talking, and I noticed that I could see the tip of his penis sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. I kept looking at it as it seemed big for a kid his age. He told me that his older brother in his s had some of those little dirty comic books, "eight pagers," they call them.

The owners name was Jake, and he was a great guy, always nice to me, and every once in a while he would give me a candy bar, and never got mad when I would look at the comic books. One day he said to me, "You are in here so much, I should hire you to work here. Naturally I thought he was kidding, since I was much too young to work. "Really?" I asked. Do you mean it?" With a big smile on his face, he said "Of course I mean it, and Ill pay you a dollar an hour for the four hours you work which, will be from p.m. until we close at p.m.