My name is Clint Howard, I'm a junior at Kowalski High School. The reason for the name is pretty obvious, as you see both my mom and dad were fans of Clint Eastwood.This is how my troubles(if you would call them that!) began.

It began on a friday morning like no other, I was hiding in the school basement, which is mostly used for storage, to avoid athletics because today was track. Even though I'm in decent shape I did not want to run that day because of the boiling sun. I walked into an empty room, which was empty beside a few spiderwebs in the corners, when I noticed a foreign object at the right side of the room. Adjusting my glasses, I noticed it was a book, its binding navy blue, and bent at the corners.

My curiousity got the best of me, which I sauntered over to the book's location. I began to reach for it, when suddenly I felt a dark prescense overcome me, saying "Don't!" as somehow it foreshadowed the book's wickedness. I ignored these warnings and gave into my temptation, and continued to reach for it. All of a sudden, at the exact moment I touched it, a surge of sexual euphoria went through me like electricity throgh metal.My whole body trembled, it felt as if I was getting a blowjob by an angel, which I couldn't take it anymore as I cummed.

I awakened half an hour later, and the book was still in my hand.I rose to dust myself and the book off. I went to the room full of desks and sat down to begin reading it. A note fell out of the first page, itself seemed as old as the book itself. I unfolded the paper and read it " Anoynomous Reader, this book is not meant for mortal eyes, for this innocent book has destroyed many lives before you seen it just now. I warn you only once, put this book down and forget about it" the writer was unlisted and I was thinking, should I listen to the note or do I keep the book?