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That Prague's old city was never torn down to be rebuilt in concrete was perhaps the only positive legacy of communist misrule. Not that this was intentional of course. Given the chance, the party would have razed St Nicholas Cathedral and everything around it. But the sputtering economy and Moscow's greedy hands in the Czech treasury had kept most of the party's ambitions in check. Lacking the funds needed to actually tear down and replace Prague's bohemian grandeur, the party printed maps showing the city as it would become.In the communist era, the propaganda map was the only one hotels were allowed to give to their guests. Countless communist era tourists got lost trying to follow the useless maps but nobody complained because that was unwise.There were 119 steps to the top of the church roof, the number symbolizing spiritual perfection and victory. At the top, Anna unfolded the copy of the map she had been given at the Museum of Communism and compared it to the streets below. It was late December and the morning sun had not yet melted the overnight snow on the westerly facing roofs. The Paris of Eastern Europe had survived communism and remained the romantic city of charm and color that Kafka and Dvorak had known.The only communist era building Anna could see from the church roof was the hotel she was staying in. "Stay at the Hilton International, and it won't spoil the view from your window," a friend had told her. It had been built for use by the party nomenclatura and to earn hard currency from tourists. But the Velvet Revolution had swept the party away only weeks before the planned grand opening and it had become a Hilton a couple of years later.As she descended the stairs to street level, Anna mused that the older priests might have appreciated a little less perfection, victory or both. For the next hour, it amused her to follow the propaganda map to Wenceslas Square where Peter had found what he claimed was the ideal place to have lunch: A restaurant with a model railway delivering beer to the tables.Wenceslas Square itself was a disappointment, the National Museum at the North West end is impressive enough but like Moscow's Red Square or Bejing's Tiananmen, rather too much of the square itself had been paved over and for the same purposes. Where ranks of uniformed soldiers had once marched, a line of men queued outside an ugly concrete barn whose lower windows were decorated with silhouettes of dancing women. According to the map, it was a department store but it had become a five storey strip club.Inside the restaurant, Peter had been joined by some colleagues Kadıköy Escort (http://www.escortgirl.info/) from the conference he was in Prague to attend. Four members of the party were engaged in an intense discussion about the design of something called the QUIC spin bit while the fifth flipped through a stack of leaflets advertising the local attractions."The spin bit doesn't interest you?" Anna began."Not in the slightest," the man replied, "but my wife finds it quite fascinating. I'm Mike by the way. Are you another spin bit aficionado?"There was a pause in the discussion while Peter introduced Anna to the rest of the party, beer was ordered and the engineers resumed their discussion of the spin bit.As Anna and Mike were chatting about the places they might like to visit, a group of drunken men wearing red football shirts began a heated argument outside the strip club entrance with another group in blue. A can of beer was thrown and then a fist. At which point the doors of the club opened and four very large men in black uniforms stepped out. A few moments later, the street was filled with police cars and order restored."Efficient," Anna observed."Some people can fuck up anything," Mike sighed, "Stag night by the looks, probably drunk before the plane landed.""It's not fair!" Anna retorted."A night in jail seems fair enough to me!" Mike replied."You men get a pussy palace where you can fuck any girl you chose," Anna grumbled, "and you still...""We still fuck it up, yes," Mike continued, "But if it will make you feel any better, the chances of them getting laid in that establishment were never high.""And how do you know?" A woman's voice interrupted sternly."If only there was a global computer network that we could connect to with the accumulated store of all human knowledge that we could query from a portable telephonic supercomputer!" Mike responded, "I Googled the reviews while you were spinning bits.""My husband is unfaithful," Mike's wife replied with mock disappointment, "Google!""Hey, you are the one who works for Microsoft, not me," Mike shot back."Lunch is on Google!" someone chipped in. After some further banter, Microsoft paid the bill and the engineers returned to their meeting leaving the tourists to finish their beer and pizza."Is it true?" Anna asked Mike when they were alone."That I'm unfaithful to my wife?" Mike shot back."I wasn't asking that!" Anna retorted, swatting at Mike, "Is that place is a fraud?""According to the reviews, yes. It is what is known as a clip joint," Mike asserted."So I was wrong, men don't get a pussy palace after Kadıköy Escort Bayan (http://www.escortgirl.info/) all," Anna said."That would be incorrect as well," Mike replied, "There are many genuine brothels in Prague. That's just not one of them.""So it is unfair, men get a place where they can fuck any girl you chose and women don't," Anna insisted."Also incorrect," Mike replied, "but would you want to go there if I told you where it is?"Anna was finding it fun to flirt even though the flirting couldn't lead anywhere. Mike's interest was obvious but he wasn't pushing his luck.Mike explained that there were several swingers clubs in the city where couples went to have sex. Some just liked to have sex in front of other people, others liked to swap partners. If there was any unfairness it was towards men as single men were not allowed in at all while single women could visit for free."Have you been to one?" Anna asked."My wife is a prude," Mike replied, "what about you?""My husband is a prude as well!" Anna confessed, "As am I, in case that is what you were proposing!""Would I?" Mike retorted."I don't think I should answer that," Anna said laughing, "Do you have anything more appropriate?"What Mike had in mind was not exactly appropriate but it wasn't exactly cheating either.Anna had visited the Sex Museum in Amsterdam with Peter and had expected the Museum of Sex Machines to be little different: a small building, sparsely furnished with mediocre exhibits designed to part tourists from a few coins. But is was actually rather interesting.There was a replica of a Roman sandal with the words 'follow my footsteps' cut into the sole. A prostitute wearing them would leave a trail of advertisements for her brothel as she walked through the town's muddy streets. There was a collection of chastity belts ranging from the medieval (which were presumed to be Victorian fakes) to the modern (and very much genuine).It is often said that the early popularity of VCRs was driven by the demand for pornography. One display exposed this as an urban legend. In the early years, the VCR manufacturers kept close control of the production of tapes to prevent the technology being associated with 'unwholesome' entertainment. It was only after sales of VCRs had taken off that the first porn tapes were produced.While porn didn't really drive demand for the VCR, sales of vibrators played a central role in the arrival of electricity in the Victorian home.Victorian morality held sex that respectable women should consider sex to be an ordeal to be endured. Only vulgar women of the lower Escort Kadıköy (http://www.escortgirl.info/) classes could take pleasure from such a distasteful activity. Sex within a middle class marriage should be joyless and unsatisfying for men and women alike. Men could find sexual relief in the arms of prostitutes while their unfortunate wives were driven to madness for the want of a good hard fuck. Until that is, a certain doctor (whose name is disputed) discovered a cure for the pandemic of 'female hysteria' by 'inducing a pelvic paroxysm'. Which in plain language meant that he massaged the women's clitoris until she had an orgasm.Noting the immense profitability of the physician's enterprise a small army of inventors patented an astonishing variety of mechanical devices offering the same treatment without the need for the operator to touch the patient's private areas. These in turn gave way to electrical devices which a woman could use in the privacy of her own home. But only if that home had electricity. As a modern technology journal might put it, the Wife Acceptance Factor of electrification was unexpectedly high.Realizing the potential, the electricity companies quickly formed alliances with the doctors offering pelvic paroxysms, paying a commission for each patient who electrified their house. Advertising literature put massage attachments for the 'home motor' front and center.Everything and nothing has changed, thought Anna as she looked ruefully at the Hitachi Magic Wand on display at the end of the exhibit. She had the same model at home and since they had been married it had been responsible for at least nine out of ten of her orgasms.Peter was so kind and so thoughtful in so many other ways, but lazy in bed. The idea of oral sex disgusted him unless he was the one receiving. His foreplay was perfunctory and lost interest the moment he ejaculated. He rejected even the idea of trying something new: He might not like it.Anna understood Mike was willing to give her the good, forceful banging she desperately needed if she said the word. But the idea of Peter or Mike's wife returning to collect a forgotten laptop and catching them in the act did not appeal. Nor did the idea of a public copulation in a seedy sex club with the lights turned low to hide the peeling paint and torn wallpaper.As they left the museum, Mike handed Anna his business card with his email address on it."In case you change your mind," he said."You never asked," Anna responded, "What makes you think you're the one.""Cheaters should always cheat with cheaters," Mike argued, "we both want the same thing.""You presume a lot", Anna responded, "I could go to that club you told me about and have any man I like.""Fine, just do me a favor," Mike replied, "Take me along with you. Once we are in, you can pick anyone you like and I can pick anyone I like. We can split the cab fare.""You are very persuasive," Anna laughed, "but no."