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“Tricks” is another book found inside more than 25 Iowa school libraries. The book is rated 5 for aberrant content because it contains explicit sexual activities including child rape and abuse, drug abuse, violence, alcohol use and adult and child prostitution.

The book was available at the following schools:

Valley Southwood
Carroll
Johnston
Iowa City High
Clarion-Goldfield-Dows
Eldora High School
Keokuk
Valley
Linn-Mar
Urbandale
Iowa City West
Fairfield
BCLUW
Oskaloosa
Cedar Falls
Spirit Lake
Dallas Center-Grimes
Carlisle
Cardinal Eldon
Waukee Northwest
Waverly
Dubuque
East Buchanan
Williamsburg
Green Mountain
North Tama
Thomas Jefferson Council Bluffs
Davenport Central

Here are some excerpts from the disturbing literature:

“I have to admit I have thought about boinking her more than once, while taking solo care of a hard-on.
Oh yeah, the big M. I probably do it more than I should, and Ronnie is definite boner bait, at least when
I’m left to my own imagination instead of Internet porn. Viva la webcams!”

“…The guy is right behind me, beer breath hot on my neck. Iris didn’t lie. You really are a knockout. His
arms wrap
around me, and his rough hands go straight to my boobs. I try to knock them away but am no match for
his strength. You like it rough? ‘Cause I’m just the guy to give it that way No extra charge.
The words burn into my ear. “What? What the fuck did you say?” A sudden burst of will pushes him
back, away. I turn to face him. He advances, a thin line of spit leaking from his mouth to his chin. I stare
at evil. I said, no extra charge. Already paid two hundred dollars for a good time with you. Might as well
make it very good.
He’s on me, yanking my hair, pushing me to my knees. He flips me over. You’re even prettier from
behind, know that? I hear his zipper lower. It is the loudest sound ever. “Don’t,” I try, but it sticks, pasted
to disgust, lodged in my throat. Useless to plead. Useless to fight. He yanks down my shorts in a single
swift motion. He is on me. In m Humiliating me in every possible way, right here on the kitchen floor. As
promised, he is rough. Biting. Pounding. Shredding. Ripping. “Please?”
The word bounces off him, ping-pongs weakly in my ears. Trying to fight him only fuels him. For a
fleeting second, I think maybe someone will come through the door to save me. And then, despite
everything that’s happening to me, I laugh out loud. Save me? What did he say? I already paid for a good
time with you.
I’ve been sold. And just who would sell me? The answer is all too obvious: Iris. My mother
And as he finishes, all sticky and stinking and revolting, something else suddenly becomes crystal clear.
This day was exactly like that other day. If this guy paid Iris, so did Walt
When He’s Gone I use wet paper towels to clean the mess on the linoleum. Under the sink, I find the
Pine-Sol, carry it to the shower. It stings, which means it’s working. I scrub my body over and over, washing away all evidence of this afternoon. On TV, they want you to call the cops. Tell. But what do
say? “Hey. My mom took money to let some guy rape me.” Who’d believe that? I go to my room, stuff
clothes into my backpack.”

“How much for head?
…We don’t do head, except on each other, and that will cost an extra hundred.”

A full report on the book can be found here.

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