When I was in high school I worked at a video store. It was in a small town and was really the only decent movie rental place in the whole of the city. Every single day, every day, a man named Orville Belcher would come in and ask, "You got any more a-them women in prison movies?"

And every day I would say no.

We had no true porn to speak of, but we had lots of Playboy videos and sexy, car wash cheerleader camp videos. But we only had one women in prison movie. And Orville Belcher was the only person who had ever rented it.

Fourteen times.

Orville, apparently, had a women in prison movie fetish. And we weren’t going to be his enablers. He would repeatedly ask if we would order him some more, and repeatedly we declined.

I wonder if Orville Belcher ever discovered the internets.