“Thirty-one games times three divisions will be ninety-three games. At an hour, a piece that is ninety-one hours.”She was ready to burst but I kep... on while she moaned and squirmed. “If we have three courts set up with bleachers, how many other courts will we need?”“ARHHH, we’ll have ten other courts for a total of thirteen for each round. The last two rounds we’ll only use the three with bleachers.”I watched her pleading eyes and her stomach tighten as she fought her own body as it wanted to. Between hard disk recorders, digital track editors, and bands that record their records locked away in separate rooms, most of what’s on the radio today sounds so lifeless and exact that it puts me to sleep. All that soulless perfection…yuck. I’m just glad it wasn’t done that way when records like Tea for the Tillerman or Songs in the Key of Life were being cut. The tour I got on my first day here, yonks ago, offered a little surprise that still kills me. One of the isolation booths in Studio. I find it oddly amusing, that is if I had a sense of humor, that both sides chose to develop ultimate weapons that they originally ridiculed or attempted to eliinate entirely. After all Connors 2 was four square against cloning for any purpose, yet there he was, a reborn clone himself. How strange is that? I guess his people were a lot more pragmatic than they were given credit for being. Without clones they not only didn't have a viable Connors to bring forward in 2052, they never would have. " (Adelaide thought for a moment, I know that is howhe got your virginity.) Continuing Joanne said, "and he really loves me.He'll do anything to keep me." So you say, but I don't think so." With little more to say, the two fellsilent. Adelaide wanted to read her book, but it was in her (wellSteven's, well Adelaide's...this was getting confusing she thought) purse.Sitting next to her was the Sports Illustrated she had gotten from thedoctor's office. She didn't want to read that so she took.