"Branton Solicitors". "Dad,I'm in a bit of

"Branton Solicitors". "Dad,I'm in a bit of trouble could you help me out?" "Reginald,is that you? Where are you!" "I'm in Fucking, Austria". "You watch your mouth son!" "I'm seriou

s I'm in Austria dad!" he yelled. "Well stay there it will be like a vacation." The dad said and hung up.

The second-rate wannabe spylords who had entrapped me in Austria had probably imprisoned themselves more than they had me. A donkey of the overworld came at my bidding and

-rogynous Body Builders too. The Overworld Donkey and the Sexless Body Builders wore capes and asked me to state, in the correct order, all the Austrian

"supplements" that were useful in building mass but that weren't specifically banned by the IBBHC yet. I had no idea. None. So I said

"I walk a crowded road, down the boulevard of

Late-for-Work. My carpool ends up, yes, just right beside me..." Billy ended with one more pass down the strings and turned to the exec with a smirk. "Even better than

your mom was last night!" he exclaimed with more than a bit of childish enthusiasm. The exec simply pointed towards the door. Billy looked around for an approving face, none to be

found, except for the satisfied grin of "mom" peeking from behind the Chinese urn in the corner of the exec's office. Billy had just one more score to settle. "And furthermore,"

he added, "Why are all civil employees sexual predators? Sheriffs, religious officials, contractors. But none of them will give ME the time of day!" Nobody had an answer for him.