Another day in late spring, she finds herself having a day off from work sprawled out across the sofa. The sun beaming through the bay window of her f...at and a failed air conditioning unit made sure she stayed there. Quite frankly, she might as well have been in a fan-assisted oven. Being utterly lazy, most of the time, today she decided on just a tee shirt and a pair of plain black panties, both of which drench by her sweat and clung to her skin. Somehow she had managed to sleep comfortably. I tried eagerly to push such thoughts out of my mind. It was difficult, especially given that I was on a internship in outback New South Wales, living on a former sheep station, and in the middle of nowhere. I was a two and a half hour drive from the nearest town, no TV, no radio and no internet. Only six other people lived on the station; I was to be here for six months. Sometimes I felt lonely. I missed my boyfriend, I missed being touched. In my lunch breaks I would return to my little. Raste mein humare he colldge ke kuch ladke meli aur muj se poochne lag eke girl friend ko kahan ghuma rahe ho, is parMujko ghusa aa gaya aur meri unse fighting ho gaye. Who log byke par the aur bhag gaye. Uske baad hum chal diye, annu mujh se bholi ki who log sahi hi to kah rahe the, ki mein tumhare girl friend hoon. Yeh sun kar mein sharma gaya. uss waqt hum late ho rahe the aur rasta sunsan tha, tabhi who mujse bholi ki use suussuuuuu aa rahi hain, aur who side mein he nale k eek dewar ke. "You know me, I could do that. I've always wanted to get big, but I've never been money ahead enough to expand to the size necessary. You have the bucks and I have the knowledge. Get me a CFO like Henry or Tiny to keep me in line and give me advice, and I'll work out training for new guys, cross training for experienced people, and make sure everything produced is like Steve's, perfect." Sounds good, Billy, where would we do this at?" I asked, wondering if Tampa was the right place to do.