From Rhoda To Rod
FROM RHODA TO ROD by Throne Rhoda was spending a lazy Saturday morning in her apartment, wearing a tank top and cut-off jeans, her feet in a pair of sweat socks. She took a sip of her coffee, snuggled back into the easy chair, and used the remote to change the channel on the TV several more times. She saw some science fiction movie where a humanoid alien was leaning over a scantily clad Earth woman (click) a comedy in which a hunky guy was hitting on a busty waitress (click) and an...