Once, the boys were at Granny Brown's
and Potter and Suzette's for the summer.
Brenda and I went to the keys for a weekend.
We tent-camped at Boyd's Campground on Stock Island.
We ate breakfast at a café called Shorty's. We were looking for
a souvenir for the boys in an Army-Navy surplus store when I realized
it was a bondage and discipline boutique for queers. We stood there like
a couple of hicks, gawking at the cock-rings and Nazi paraphernalia.

I looked up cock ring in Google Images
and this is what I got. You can imagine our embarrassment.