The new man at the agency needs some mentoring, and Jeremy's boss has sent him to help out.
You're a good kid, slow as frozen shit in February when deadlines come around, but still a good kid, the publisher had continued, and you draw dicks that look like dicks and tits that look like tits. Go and give the new guy some pointers or something so I don't hafta fire him, okay? Reliable art jobs were hard enough to find, even in the dirty-picture business, and Jeremy hated the idea of turning out some poor soul to scavenge for his daily beans, so he'd spouted off something or another about doing the publishing house proud–for all the pride smut peddlers could scrape together, anyway–and made his way down to the apartment block where the new guy, Todd, was busy drawing people's hands on backwards.
From fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org: "Two writers/illustrators of Tijuana bibles help each other out."
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