"FWLS51" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

We nearly had to drag Jody away from the car. The two had
some kind of magnetic bond. Eventually the bond broke and we got
to the liner in time, however.

*

Although Benton wished we hadn't.

"More elbow room, man, I can barely turn around to look out
the window," Jody requested.

"If I give you any more elbow room, I'll have to saw my
elbows off," Benton noted. "I hate economy class."

"It was all I could afford," I reminded them, clutching my
box-o-rain-stopper close.

"Don't worry, I'm not regretting this trip. Just that
economy class is a pain, really. Gotta suffer for the art, I
guess. Hey, where's our complementary bags of honey roasted
peanuts?"

Jody peered over her seat. "Looks like the stewardess is
only two rows away. She'll be here soon enough. Didn't you eat
before we left?"

"Well, yeah, but I LOVE honey roasted..."

Their talking faded into the background as I grappled with
my willpower. I had noticed the stewardess when we first
boarded... ALL of her. Every instinct screamed out to launch
into 'charming' mode, but I had sworn not to let anybody turn my
eye from the gag. Not this time. I had done that enough times
before.

But man, LOOK at her! You can see intelligence burning in
her eyes! A charming personality and a mind that can deal with
complex concepts and stimulating conversation. She had large
breasts to boot... no, fight, fight it...

"Hello, welcome to Monotony Spacelines," the stewardess
said, leaning over to talk to all three of us. I refused to look
down her shirt. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'll have a soda," Jody requested.

"Do you have any peanuts?" Benton asked.

"Will you go out with me?" I blurted, unable to restrain
myself any longer.