Visiting in the Netherlands, the plane was not clean, it was filthy, my seat all sticky and smelled of male musk. The two restrooms were equally unclean, and the overnight blanket offered to me for comfort smelled like puke. A sixteen hour flight and even the food tasted as tainted. The coach class stewardesses were rude and for good reason, the plane being a pig sty.
I suspected the plane was an infectious carrier of the Masturbation virus. I felt bored and disgusted during the flight, and seeing something peeking out the pocket on the seat before mine, I reached in and drew out a Playboy magazine, as it had a page as folded over, like a bookmark.
Opening the magazine I read the title to the story, "Portnoy Had A Complaint."
I felt bored and began reading the story, finding it humorous, somewhat naughty, and with a flip of the page toward the end, I saw an excellent artistic digital picture of a all furry fellow similar to a Greek satyr, but with goat fur from head to hoofs. He was as if surprised by his form, sporting a stout buck goat erection, having his scrotum the size of Avocado fruits covered in fur. He was pointing back toward the reader with his right arm extended, and his index finger pointing. There was a caption of him speaking, as read, "I wish you were my twin buck brother!"