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Chapter 1 It was a beautiful April Fool’s Day, 1993, in the mile-high city. My bride of two-years and I enjoyed our Irish coffee at a quaint sidewalk café, celebrating our second anniversary and planning our evening out in this great city. Denver has the best night-life in the country with lots of big-name bands and dance venues, all the extras included, like dry ice fog, black lights and laser beams. As we sipped our drinks, my curiosity was piqued by several people grabbing a free, multi-page newsletter from the rack behind us. I reached over and grabbed one, “The Oyster”, it was titled, a local underground rag we’d not seen before. It advertised all sorts of illicit things, but specialized in sexual perversions. Lynda and I giggled as we quietly took turns reading the …