Jeez. That cover... that cover. Not only would I not want to buy a book with that cover (and I've bought hardcore Eros smut many, many times), but I would have to check to make sure that no one was around before I even peeked inside, just as if I was thirteen again and stealing glimpses at Heavy Metal. This is the sort of picture that teenage J. Scott Campbell wannabes spend months on drawing. Jeez.