I can’t stop staring at my best friend’s barely-legal daughter. I know, I’m a perv. She’s just eighteen and I’m pushing forty. I look like I’m thirty but I’m nearly forty. Retirement age for the NHL. I take pictures in the off-season. It focuses me, reminds me that there’s more to life than hockey. Sometimes, I get women who want me to take sexy pictures of them for their husband’s or boyfriends. When she walks in, asking for those dirty pictures and begging me to secrecy, three things happen: 1. I want to beat the shit out of her boyfriend. 2. I feel guilty for even thinking of saying yes 3. I fucking say yes. Things get heated, even with her boyfriend, even with her age, even with the threat of her father finding out. One thing’s certain: it was worth it. I just want more.