While we were getting our college degree in filth and smut, we read an amazing gay pulp novel called Mr. Benson. This book taught us so much about master/slave dynamics, body hair removal, and nipple clamps that we wanted to shout it from the roof tops. Now that we're older and more hardened, we look at gay pulp novel covers like these and recall a time when all we knew about "Greeks" was that they lived in big houses on campus and were good at keg stands. Thank God we went to college. We are so much more smarter now.