๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ
Science fiction writer David Blake sat at his laptop and stared at the screen. His editor had asked him to submit a story for the magazineโs upcoming special edition: โThe Erotic in Science Fiction.โ Blake had never written an erotic story before, but the pile of magazines on his desk gave evidence he was willing to do exhaustive research. Still his mind was a blank. He wondered if it would help to go out and perform some field studies.
The deadline was fast approaching. He looked down at his most recent story. Perhaps he could adapt it.
The first line read: โFive people huddled together in an underground bomb shelter.โ He picked up his pencil, licked the point, and added:
โThey were all nekkid.โ โฆ
