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with extra heads—a bit of a jolt. He felt a sort of macho pride rise in him, combatting the idea that he should be trained by this teenager, have to have the kid explain the workings of the Dynosoar Spacecraft over and over—and over again. Astrophysics had never been one of Rockson’s strong points, though he could fly almost anything with a seat-of-his-pants instinct.
    But Rajat’s childlike enthusiasm for his subject matter and his brilliantly clear mind soon made Rock realize he was actually learning a hell of a lot. From Connors as well, who walked him though the makeshift Dynasoar control panels that the techs had quickly thrown together. It was rough going here, even with a whole team of them coaching him every step of the way. There were roughly twelve hundred separate dials, levers, monitors, you name it. Even with only a fraction of them absolutely necessary for minimal functioning—it was still an eye- and a brain-full.
    At the end of forty hours Rock didn’t know if his mind was still working. And he wasn’t really sure he had absorbed enough from the teaching to even begin to steer the rocket.
    Both of them—Rajat and Connors—volunteered to come along. Even after Rock told them several times that they most likely weren’t coming back, would never have families, or grow to see freedom. Even after all of that they wouldn’t hear of it and just laughed young laughs. The laughs of young men that hadn’t seen so much death like the rest of the men around them, and said that it was Rockson who had to be kidding. They wouldn’t miss this chance for the world. To travel with Rockson, to possibly ride the last existing spaceship on earth, up to the very heavens. Why it was every boy’s, and many men’s, dream.
    Rockson felt bad about it, real bad. But he knew he had no choice. Without them along he would be like a blind man trying to paint the Sistine Chapel. At last with his eyes so bleary he could hardly keep them open, Rockson bid the technical staff adieu, told the others to get some final shut-eye. Once they were out of there, sleep might be a missing commodity.
    He headed down to his bunk and walked into the darkened room ready for a solid six hours. His body ached, his mind wobbled. He set the glowing clock built into the wall, and then taking off his boots and clothes, threw himself down on the bed.
    “Watch it, you elephant,” a voice squealed out below him as he slammed into something soft and perfumed.
    “Who the hell is—?” Rock asked throwing both hands in front of him trying to feel who was there. His right hand grabbed around a very firm and very wonderful-feeling breast.
    “Boy, no foreplay at all anymore in this boy,” the voice spoke back. “Just grab and take. Well, that’s okay with me Rocky, keep going.” Rockson saw, as his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, a greenish coloration coming from the clock—Rona. She was stretched out alongside his with her long flaming red hair strewn around the pillow beneath her head. And her fabulous body which he knew well, naked before him, inviting, desiring, no doubt, his touch. Even in his nearly comatose state from lack of sleep, Rock felt his manhood start rising up like a flag up a flagpole. The sight of her curvaceous beauty never ceased to get him going like a stampede of snorting cattle. He reached for her again. This time with both hands.
    An hour later when their thrustings and Rona’s sweet moaning—which had risen to such a crescendo that Rock was afraid the corridor security guards might come knocking—were over, she lay draped across him. Her sweaty legs were up over his hip, Rona was making little cooing sounds as she kissed his ear.
    “I want to go.”
    “What was that?” Rock mumbled, nearly drifting into sleep, praying he got at least a little before the expedition began. Exhaustion was supposed to set in after you’d been out on the trail for a few days, not when you hadn’t even started yet. And yet he