So I had to rent a Japanese porn again.
Trust me, I didn't want to. I'd learned my lesson long before Lolita
Confinement Lesbian, that movie (if you can call it such) was just icing
on the cake. I was enjoying a nice, peaceful, Japanese porn-free life,
when suddenly that tranquility was shattered with all the subtely of
sports horn-blower cans at the opera. My downfall had the same origin as
many great downfalls in history - the fall of Troy, the breakup of The
Beatles, and the biggest blemish on ex-President Clinton's legacy: a woman.
