But she didn’t show her tail in a pictorial.
A hint existed in the Huffington Post article about an unverified Penthouse excerpt of Malcolm Brenner’s autobiographical-inspired dolphin love story novel. (Dr. Lilly is the gift that never stops gifting!) I tasked my best friend, Joshua, to search the Dimly Lit Web for this mysterious maybe article.
Yes, it lives! My nosiness curiosity pays off once again, with a Joshua turbo-boost!
Penthouse, October, 1978: I am not going to edit the Amazon link, because it is hilarious as is:
It’s even funnier if you read it out loud AS WRITTEN!
It’s also been full-text captured on archive.org–captured but not edited for comfortable reading.
Here’s a florid taste of the intro of the romance–the sun, the tourists, eyes meeting across a crowded room…
One of the dolphins tossed a shred of seaweed onto the dock. The tourists
pointed and aimed their tinny cameras, as if that were something unusual…I felt vaguely
uneasy. The shiftless, run-down atmosphere was infectious. There seemed to be a nimbus of lethargy hovering over the park, although the sun was molten butter…
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