He had cut the lawn the week before, but what difference did it make? In the heat the troubled young man’s thick and wavy dark brown hair became pla...tered to his sweating forehead. He pushed the mower along a row and then back again. Looking from a distance you would tag Rob as a “jock” rather than a “geek”. Even so he was a rather introspective young man. He liked to read novels more than he did sports, or drinking, or even chasing girls. Perhaps he was a geek in jock’s clothing: the body of a. Again, here we are." I am so sorry, Bala," Ilona said with genuine sympathy. "But you seem to be taking it well." It is what it is," Bala shrugged. "To whom am I going to cry? You? I could hardly do that considering it happened to you also. I'm told if they can't sell us here soon we'll probably be sent up to Corum and sold to a whorehouse. At least I might actually get laid out of this. That piss-ant Ferenc hasn't been able to get it up for years." Oh, Bala," Ilona held her hand over her mouth. I caught the eye of one tall redhead with big tits. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that I’d better watch out or I’d have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey.. He didn’t like this feeling of powerlessness. More laughter sounded over his speakers and a small amber light started rapidly flashing next to his radar. ‘Missile’ started flashing over the top of the radar instead of ‘Radar Lock.’ Max shifted quickly in his seat and fastened his safety harness. ‘Just going to blow up 10 million woolong with a push of a button?’ Max said, bracing himself for the incoming explosion. ‘Maxy, you’re not worth 10 million. You’re not trying to buy your way out of.