"You were causing some kind of trouble in that neighborhood back
there," the driver announced.
"Really, officers--"
"What's your name?"
"Hilliard Turner. There--"
"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.
Understand?"
"Officer, I only bought some books--I mean magazines."
"These?" the second man, Carl, asked. He had retrieved them from the
back seat. "Look here, Sarge. They look pretty dirty."
Sarge took up the _Sky Fighters_ with the girl in the elastic flying
suit. "Filth," he said.
"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner."
"Those aren't pornography and they are my property!"
I reached for them and Carl pulled them back, grinning. "You don't want
to read these. They aren't good for you. We're confiscating them."
"Look here, I'm a citizen! You can't--"