E-grāmata: Economic thought

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Excerpt: 

"How about coming downstairs with me and taking a look at the dog I have in mind for you; he's something really special."
Kate Barrett was confused. "A dog here? When did Barrett's start selling pets, Karl?"
Allen answered for his superior. "He's not for sale, ma'am, at least not to the public. He's one of our four nighttime patrol dogs, especially trained to look for trespassers lurking about the store or the warehouse out back. This one's a bit unusual, because he seems to like people so much. Don't get me wrong, he can be vicious when he's required to be, but he seems sort of lonely, somehow, in that night patrol job. I was thinking of selling him and getting another, but if you like him, he's yours. I'll bring him out to your house and get him used to you and your daughter. All you'd have to do is dump a bit of feed into his bucket every morning and he'll do the rest."