ABSTRACT
In May, at the end of my first (and only) year of college, I stopped in at the Roman Sauna (now called the Rochester Spa & Body Club). I don't remember much about the facility or crowd, despite the fact that it was only the third bathhouse I'd ever been in, because they had a porn comer, with comfortable seating. Once again, I think I spent all night sitting there, beating off. I was learning quickly just how addictive these things can be. It was a video setup, I believe, one of the first such I'd ever seen; and no, I have no idea what videos I saw. I'd be fascinated to know, actually, since I'm sure ifl saw them today, I'd have a positively primal response to them, just from the fact that they entered my libido's library at such a formative stage.
