Ditto a player with the Tennessee Titans football team, who frankly seemed to me to be smaller in person than when I saw him on the television on the ...laying field. He was, it seems, some sort of running something or another, where speed rather than mass was the critical factor. Not to say that he wasn’t highly muscled, as well.In both cases, the tightening of Maria’s grip on my arm told me that she certainly appreciated their good looks and talents. If only she hadn’t been on a mission for me. He said he didn’t want to scare me. Neither of us mentioned anything about our love life. I didn’t have much to tell but he did mention he met a number of women and how their lives and customs were different. He never did explain what he meant by that. He always told me to be careful and he missed me. We both signed our letters with, ‘Love ya’. I did attend a few parties but were always with girlfriends. We were ‘brainiacs’ and didn’t drink or pop pills. I danced with a few guys and some tried. ' Talon finally said. 'Would you care for a ride with me?' Laura just stared at him... somewhat shocked. Gloria and Mike both...'You might feel better knowing your friend is out of critical condition.' He said. 'The Majorette, I mean. We were informed of the situation less than an hour ago, and I came to see to it that Burner makes it to Orbit 9 without further incident.'Laura's eye's brightened. Gloria was all right. Talon handed her a helmet. They climbed onto his mag-lev bike. The wheels. He did manage to score mom though; and, she was way out of his league. Maybe it was his way with words, something that I inherited, because his looks weren’t much to speak of. I myself am lucky I took after my mother’s side in most of my physical attributes. Dad’s side did seem to be filled with testosterone though, having a long line of men every generation seeming to outgrow the others in muscular development. So needless to say I wasn’t complaining. Sure, dad left mom and I on our own but I.