”“Can I help?”“Yes, of course you can, it’ll be good exercise and fun.”“I wasn’t offering for fun, Soph, I just want to help out where...I can, I feel a bit of a loose wheel around here. Can I cook tonight’s meal?”“Yes, why not? We’ll pop to the village stores on our way past Nanny Mavis’s cottage and see what they have in. Since the roads are now clear they should have got in fresh supplies.”“Maybe we could check the larder first, I’m not sure what veg you have in.”“Oh, we are pretty well self. He found that he could run fast, and played wide receiver for his school team, despite his lack of hand eye co-ordination. But, boy, when he did catch the ball, no one could keep up with him.His second choice recreation was thinking about girls. Any girls. In fact, whenever he wasn't thinking about football, Chad was thinking about girls. And reading about them. And looking at the pictures in the magazines his father thought he'd hidden from sight. And, of course, jacking off to them.. .. Jordan Valley, I think it is?" Yavinsky asked the pilot."Yes sir, no problem. In fact, we should land there and wait for the people you're trying to contact. There's a good landing area along the highway on the edge of town. It's convenient and a much safer place to set down," the pilot suggested."Yes, yes ... I'm sure it is, but we must intercept them as soon as possible, in the desert, away from any settlement or houses. Our business with them is most confidential, and we wish there to be. He didn’t like all of that stuff about God and glory. He kept waiting for someone to pull out a Bible, and start reading verses from it.“I know what you’re thinking. I figure one day, you’ll step out of the bunkhouse, and some sight will just take your breath away. It might be the night sky, the morning light on the mountains, the trees covered with snow, or a magnificent elk standing proudly in a meadow. You’ll stand there, staring at it awestruck, wondering how something so beautiful could.