New goal in life: Be described as “a boot-wearing resistance fighter hottie.” Also, take us to 1992:
He must escape or die.
. . . Almost instantly the shrill sound of a whistle broke to his right and a street guard stepped from a doorway, struggling to free her rifle from her garments.
“Male Pig!” she screamed. “Halt!”
Welcome to the world of The Feminists, a pulp novel published in 1971. It’s the story of cubicle drone Keith Montalvo, who has been caught consensually slipping the pink torpedo to a female co-worker. Unfortunately, it’s 1992 and the Big-Sisterish “Committee” has outlawed all unauthorized heterosex, and his crime is punishable by death.
Ok, who’s the rat? How did Parley J. Cooper catch on to our plans of world domination, anti-heterosex and compulsory cat ownership?
Thanks to M. for the link.