"Esther M. Friesner - Chicks 03 - Chicks 'N Chained Males" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friesner Esther M)

moment of truth.

They didn't have to wait very long. Perseus was standing at attention even when he lay down on that
inviting bed. Wearing nothing but a smile, Andromeda got down beside him. At the appropriate time, she
let out a squeal, pretending to be a maiden. Everybody in the hallway let out a cheer, pretending to
believe her.

After the honeymoon, things went pretty well. Perseus landed an editorial job atArgosy . Andromeda
spent a while on the talk-show circuit: Loves Fated to Happen were hot that millennium. They bought
themselves a little house. It was Greek Colonial architecture, right out of Grant Xylum, and they furnished
it to match.

When Andromeda sat down on the four-poster bed one night, she heard a peculiar sound, not one it
usually made. "What's that?" she asked Perseus.

"What's what?" he said, elaborately casual.

"That noise. LikeтАФmetal?"

"Oh. That." Elaborately casual, all rightтАФtoo elaborately casual. Perseus' face wore an odd smile, half
sheepish, half . . . something else. "It's probably these." He lifted up his pillow.

"Chains!" Andromeda exclaimed. "Haven't you had enough of chains?"

"WellтАФsort of." Perseus sounded sheepish, too, sheepish and . . . something else. An eager something
else. "But it was so much fun that first time, I, I . . . thought we might try it again."

"Didyou?" Andromeda rubbed her chin. You don't find out everything right away about the person you
marry, especially if it's a whirlwind courtship. Gods knew she hadn't expectedthis . Still . . . "Why not?"
she said at last. "Just don't invite that damn sea serpent."

And a good time was had by all.
 Aside from teaching high school English, Steven Piziks also teaches sex education. He assures me
that this has nothing to do with the following story. Right. He also plays the folk harp and
vanishes into the woods for hours on end. Coincidence? Check out his novelsIn the Company of
MindandCorporate Mentality.




Chain, Link, Fence
Steven Piziks
"What," the fence asked, "am I supposed to do with that?"

Kordel would have ground her teeth, but her jaws were already aching. "Buy it," she said evenly.

The fence merely snorted.

Kordel flared her nostrils and shot a glance at the statue on the table between them. The silver figure of a
man about ten inches high was chained to a miniature table with gem-encrusted bonds. One improbably