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I saw my first porn movie at age 13. It was an event that involved planning and care: My friend Jenny's sister procured a tape from the Video Ranger while Jenny and I skulked in the aisles of the 7-Eleven down the street, waiting for the handoff. The movie itself, a soft-core affair set in a Club Med-style paradise with no plot, was tamer in retrospect than anything found nightly on the Showtime channel, but to us it was a big deal. We returned the tape the next day tucked underneath the latest John Hughes release, and the video-store owner, his belly straining against his polo shirt, eyed us benevolently and winked. "Enjoy the movie?" he asked. Mortified, we hauled butt out the door.