My 2nd encounter was much better, I also had a job at a regular bookstore in a mall in high school and kept it when I started college locally. I had a manager named Mark who was 28 and feminine and you knew he was gay but never admitted it, he was nice, but I did not know what his out of work situation was. Each month when new Magazines came in to be put out the old ones would have to be stripped of the covers to send back while the rest would be thrown away. As workers we would get a chance to grab the old ones without the covers.
The one month as I was stripping the covers and putting some a side, I grabbed a Playgirl and out it within the other ones to take home to use as jerk off material. It was a Thursday night and Mark, and I were closing and getting ready to lock up and leave. As we were walking out Mark handed me my bag and said you forgot these, it was the magazines not even thinking what was in there or if he looked. That Saturday he and I were closing again and as we were getting ready to leave, he came up to me and asked if I enjoyed the magazines the other night, I again stopped thinking just said yes, and he said he took the same playgirl one also.