Spanking Sweet Julie 1912
In the summer of 1972 I was helping to clean out the apartment of one of my neighbors who had passed, Samuel D’Amato. He was a widower who had lived in my Brooklyn building since the death of his wife Victoria a few years earlier. In one of his desk drawers, I found some typewritten documents that could be called essays. They were reminisces about some events that had happened to him over the years. I wondered if he had ever shown them to anybody, but I doubted it. One of his stories was...