Quickly moving over I grabbed a side chair, setting it against the front of the bookcase. Standing upon it, I reached over and removed the picture which hung on the wall, and guess what? The peephole was there!
I looked, eye wide open, and history repeated itself as a new generation of young honeys were spread around the room in various stages of undress.
Life was good! There was no reason to stay, as I didn't want to get caught! But the knowledge that "The Club" view was intact was enough to bring Mr. Woody to attention. As I slipped out of the room, undetected, I wondered how many guys had discovered the peephole over the years.
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