Kaphlar feels like he really could have used that warning. The way he looks through the book can be best described as "erratic" - he lingers appreciatively on feminine curves, and then he lingers on the man ass too until he realises he's staring and thus turns up his nose and flips a few pages over. Rinse and repeat.

Somehow, he thinks this is a better look than the horrible act of looking at man ass for too long.

"You really don't have to put that much detail into the guys."