The Truth was out there, and it was Special Agent Frank Mulva’s job to prevent people from finding it.
If they discovered it … well … he just didn’t want to think about the ramifications. If people understood that sex was fun? There was no greater danger.
He had personal experience with it — the danger of the knowledge, not the actual sex.
His younger sister, Fanny, had been seduced by carnality. And then combined it with commerce; it was as though she had been abducted by aliens. Of course, unlike an alien abduction, he could always see his sister if he went to his nearest web browser and typed in lustylasses.com.
It tore his heart out.
For Fanny, the journey had started out so innocently. She and some other college friends got together one night to have a Passion Party — like a Tupperware party, but with sex toys and lessons from evil sexucators on how to give a better … Mulva couldn’t even think of it.
Yep, the Passion Party was the gateway to the evils of the hardcore porn industry, and it was Mulva’s key focus. He would shut them down. He didn’t care if they were legal.
He had a calling. Greatness was thrust upon him.
Yep, Mulva thought, thrust. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Hmm, odd. Why would that word keep running through his head?