The Prostitute
by Baron LeSade
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"The car is only one of your gifts," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. "This, your eighteenth birthday deserves an even more important gift, as you embark on your trip from boyhood into manhood."
"Uh, what? What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," she went on, "as you might have inferred from your birthday card, there is a certain tradition that is associated with a boy's eighteenth birthday...