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life in San Francisco. "After reading this," I said "Every time someone tells me I'm going to hell I tell them I can't wait. It’s one big San Francisco down there." He laughed, which was generous. But I was intending to be inquisitorial, not funny. "How do you think Tolliver ends up?"
    "He's still single after book 7."
    That could have been true. I hadn't read that far. I was no fan of the series. "It seems very beat up. How many times have you read it?"
    "Only once. There are too many books in the world to read any of them more than once."
    I agreed with that. "So why are all the books so beat up? Do you get them second-hand to protect the environment? You know, less trees knocked down and all that."
    "That’s an added benefit I suppose." He laughed again.
    I decided to get straight to the point. "There was a famous writer back home in Ireland, who wanted to set up a company that would go through your book collection. They'd fold the books, tear them, spill things on them to yellow them. All of this just to make the collection look well read..."
    "I get your vibe," he interrupted me. Not insulted, still smiling. He picked a book from the shelf, an Alan Hollinghurst, and handed it to me. It was in an ill state of repair. Pages were no longer attached and just rested in their place inside. "Just look inside the cover. How many times has it been bought and sold?"
    The markings on the barely attached cover indicated the answer was four times.
    "Precisely. That book about an English teacher's obsession with his student has been sold four times. Four different owners have read it. Maybe people they know have read it too. God knows how many people have read it.
    "When I hold it in my hands I'm holding something that's effected all those people's lives. And why did they sell it on? Husbands with wives, who vicariously ravage the beautiful boy, then sell it on to get it out of the house. Get it out of the house before the wife wonders at the book that has kept their husband's attention. Students may have read it and wondered to themselves if that will be them someday, that teacher. Then they sold it on to escape the thought. Old men, perhaps with grandchildren, read it and bemoaned the lost opportunities of their youth. Maybe they sold it on to keep it in circulation, so younger generations won't make the same mistake.
    "So when I read the books, I feel...I feel like I'm involved in a much bigger event. I hold in my hands words that have shook people's lives."
     
     
    20. Jake was obsessed with muscle. Not because he had little himself, but because he was a virile gay man. It needs no further explanation. This is why he watched wrestling. And this obsession lead to my curiosity about James. The on-edge, impossibly muscular ex-soldier.
    The James Franco poster on the bedroom wall was the key. Jake was hopelessly compulsive. And at one stage he was fixated on the movie star. He'd had every picture he could buy on eBay. He'd seen his movies countless times. In a rare admission of immaturity he revealed he'd even sent him letters and emails.
    He got no response. So he scoured the internet for anything else he could find. When one day, on some site, somewhere, someone posted what promised to be James Franco x-rated pictures, Jake’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe there was a God, he'd thought.
    Alas, it wasn't to be. There was neither to be the desired pictures of the movie star, nor likely a God. But there was a site for a body-builder and sometime porn star. By the name of James Frank.
    The energy which Jake had built up needed an outlet. His sexual feelings had been sparked. The engine of his being was venting sexual steam. It had been directed at one person, but was no longer dependent on the source. It wasn't long until the full force of his attraction was directed at this new interloper. If he saw the process in someone else Jake would have called it displacement. But he rarely analysed himself.
    Jake soon discovered that