BOB’S NOSE TWITCHED as he adjusted his glasses, which he wore even inside his suit. He couldn’t think of anything pertinent to say. He knew that he was slowly working up a blush. Mildly speaking, the girl was beautiful, and though only her carefully made-up face was visible—cool blue eyes, masterfully coiffed, upswept, glinting brown hair, wilful lips and chin—Bob suspected the rest of her compared nicely.
Her expression darkened as she saw the completely instinctive way he was looking at her and her radioed-voice rapped out, “Now you two boys go and play somewhere else! Else I’ll let the Interplanetary Commission know you’ve infringed the law. G’bye!”
She turned and disappeared.
Bob awoke from his trance, shouted desperately, “Hey! Wait! You!”
He and Queazy caught up with her on the s
