Just Next Door to the Pink Pussycat
An author of erotica struggles with smut language."You know what we called it when I was in high school? Huh?"Beaver, for Christ's sake. Sounds silly now even just to say it."I was sitting in my editor's office. He was ranting and raving as usual. Probably his boss had been on his case about something and he was taking it out on me."After that, all of a sudden it's Squirrel. Can you believe that? 'Squirrel this,' and 'Squirrel that.' 'Hey, man, I got me some SQUIRREL thi...