"Esther M. Friesner - Chicks 04 - The Chick Is In The Mail" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friesner Esther M)

Kent Patterson
You don't need no chain mail bra, dear.

You don't need no brass pants, too.

You don't need to dress in armor

When I'm snuggled close to you.



Don't think that you can charm me,

Or prove our love more real,

By buying all your underwear

From the boutique at U.S. Steel.



So what say we drop the hardware,

The swords and shields and toys,

And make love less like Sherman tanks,

And more like girls and boys.




Sweet Charity
 Elizabeth Moon
Krystal Winterborn eyed her lumpish fellow members of the Ladies Aid & Armor Society, and sighed.
There they were: the brave, the bold, the strong . . . the plain.

She was tired of being the butt of their jokes, just because she paid extra on her health-care plan for a
complexion spell to keep her peach-blossom cheeks and pearly teeth. They laughed at her herbal
shampoos, the protective grease she wore on summer maneuvers. They rolled their eyes at her fringed
leather outfits, her spike-heeled dress boots.

Well, this year's Charity Ball would show them. No more laughing, when she was Queen of the Ball, and
raised many times more for the orphaned daughters of soldiers killed in the line of duty. She would never
have to hear their condescending "Shut up, Krystal" again.

When the chair asked for volunteers, Krystal surprised everyone by signing up for Invitations.
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Harald Redbeard had come to the city in the character of an honest merchant. Downriver, on the coast,