Scab Suite - A Novella by Adam Rothstein 106 pages published by Brute Press Portland, Oregon 2008 Available in these editions: Paperback (email us to purchase!) Printed on 60# Offset Covered in Pre-scored, 80# Cover Stock Glue, and Staple-bound by Hand Exchange Rate: $5, S&H included (US) Digital PDF format Exchange Rate: $0, under Creative Commons license "Scab Suite" pdf format Coming Soon: Limited Edition Paperback Printed on 60# Offset Covered in Pre-scored, 80# Cover Stock Glue, and Staple-bound by Hand Unique, Limited-Edition Cover Art Hand-Stitched by Rosalynn Ford Exchange Rate: $9, S&H included (US) Pictures of the Paperback   Preview Soon we'll have the whole text up in a PDF and HTML, so you won't need a preview, you can just read it. But until then, here's a sneak peek of about a page-worth from the second suite of the book... <snip> She supposed that it was probably about time to sit down and convene the relationship council. With herself, that is, not with Herman. This bargaining session was a very necessary procedure that had been established after high school. It takes a tragedy for a major change in policy, they always say. Since then there hadn’t been a need for a real summit; precautionary expeditions were launched here, and fact-finding missions there, but never both here and there at the same time, and certainly never here or there in force. Just little bits of it, you know, to keep herself sure that she could be a great power in sexual politics, if she wanted. Of course she had fun; she made it a rule to never deny herself that. But only fun for the night, and maybe one more night, and then, well… it just wasn’t anymore, so she left it behind. It was the next morning, after their separate bathroom visits, when she had known that she would need to set up a formal meeting with her psyche. They were back in bed, with legs intertwined. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them dressed. They both got into bed in the morning after then night, underneath the blankets, and just lay there, without any awkwardness whatsoever. The lack of compunctions in their action said everything that needed to be said. And then, after an additional hour of concerted reclining, just when Albina was starting to get hungry, Herman turned to her and asked her about the possibility of them acquiring some breakfast. It was really that: actually, in real life, simply indisputable. <snip> |
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