Sexaroth

Another lousy day at work goes by, and James Henderson is not in a good mood.  He hasn't been promoted since he started, since his bitchy, overweight boss Mrs Cranston hates his guts, and even worse, he's thirty years old and hasn't had a good lay in months.  He can't even concentrate on his work anymore he's so horny.  If only he didn't have that bizarre neurosis that keeps him from jacking off, he might have some relief, but he's got ballache to a severe degree now.

Walking into his apartment, he immediately notices a draft.  His room has been broken into!  He looks around carefully: nothing seems to be missing.  Then he notices a book, an old book, obviously, bound in dark cracked leather and bearing only the following blood-red legend: "SEXAROTH".

Intrigued, he picks up the strange book, and sits down, wondering whether or not to read it.0