I was a young executive working late in the publisher's office at Penthouse one night when I thought I heard a noise.
I turned around to see Twin French Maids pushing a cleaning cart towards me. Imagine my surprise when they...
...served me with papers.
LOL!
I haven't seen an issue of "Penthouse" in probably ten years, but I remember hitting puberty and finding my dad's stash of "PH" and "Playboy" from the late 1970s.
Those letters were hilarious. So was the column "Ask Xaviera". (I think that was the title. It was written by Xaviera Hollander --the "Happy Hooker".)
And I remember the pictorials where two women dressed as vikings, astronauts, kung-fu masters, clowns and what not would be going at it with each other.
For a thirteen year-old boy, finding these magazines was like striking gold.