Like a Virgin

My attic is like a time capsule, a trip up the ladder provokes a similar air of excitement to what i imagine Howard Carter experienced when he stumbled across ole King Tut. Lost toys, unwanted presents, old furniture i remember hiding pennies in as a kid, oh still there, score! Tonight i made a discovery of Machu Picchu proportions, the 50 Shades of Grey of the 90's, Madonna's Sex book. Outrageously scandalous when released, the foil wrapping and metal covers concealed page after page of crude stories and seedy pictures. It's actually hilarious it was such a big deal, and even funnier to read. I'm claiming it as some light hearted bed time reading.