Welcome to Perfection, California. The year is 1961. The picket fences are white, the lawns are green, and the sprinklers are shiny and new. But they’re not the only things spurting high into the summer air.
Because behind every closed door in Perfection, there’s a perfect ass, including that of Clark, Perfection’s 18-year-old paperboy, who on his last day in town before leaving on a Greyhound bus for Harvard, delivers more than just the news—
—thanks to the help of the town’s dashing, silver-haired dentist and his retractors—
—followed by the town’s handsome Chief of Police, his Deputy and a pair of handcuffs—
—followed by the burly, bear-hugging owner of the local hardware store who, with the help of Clark and a few other close buddies, gets to test out that new swinging contraption in his workshop.
What a fun naughty little read.
I’ve not read anything by Geoffrey Knight that I haven’t loved and even though this was completely different from anything else ( 5 on the hotness scale) that I’ve read by him it still was wonderful.
The details and feelings that Mr. Knight has you feeling as Clark rides his bike delivering for the last time the papers for his perfect neighbors is amazing. You can almost see these women tittering when Clark passes them saying hello. And don’t get me started on when the men invite him in for a cold drink. The passions of the moment is wow, I need a cold drink afterwards.
All these sets up for a great experience for when Clark gets to college and finds the perfect roommate.