This one's a treasure. There's the gorgeously pulpy pilot drawing washed with single tone. There's the full color shot of a lady, bra only in defense of nudity, through a salacious keyhole. She's even black as a surprise; book is from 65; you just don't find black women as objects of white lust without the book turning on a racial premise. This one is just a straightforward adventure where the lady per book just happens to be black. Neat. The hero calls her his chocolate bunny, thus the title.
Then, oh my god there's a wet fountain of homoerotic going on all over the back blurb. My man Peter Trees has got those itchy fingers, you know. Not only is he a pilot, he's also a shiny missile whose eruptions affect women and nations alike. Oh shiny missile man...you're going to melt your chocolate bunny you know.
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