In these two introductory chapters from Zen-Porn Master J.A. Finisterre's classic 'Cocksmith at the Helm,' we meet our protagonist, hero & Everyman, Myron Cocksmith. And we also come to learn just why it is he is the way he is.
You Say it’s Your Birthday?
Evelyn knew she was safe...
He came here often in the summer, usually late morning, once the sun had risen high enough to clear the line of oak and cottonwood that lined the bluff above, and cast its full strength down on this narrow stretch of sand. Being on the eastern bank of the river, it received sunlight, full and strong, until the bluffs opposite obscured it, and twilight, late and summer-thick, came on. The beach was relatively unknown and so sparsely attended; few but locals knew of its existence and thus there were no hordes of school-free children screaming, splashing, or otherwise disturbing what was a perfectly peaceful place. Those that did come stuck close to the waterline, leaving him the duney scrub to lay back in, to read and contemplate the river, and those few housewives taking the sun of a mid-afternoon.