I had to get a hold of Lloyd. I had finally gotten to, what I felt, was the hinge in the case. The file marked, 'киска'. In it was a series of pictures, all of them of women, pretty young looking, mostly blondes, most of them wearing tank tops, or other really tight-fitting clothing. All of them had a weird, back-lit sort of lighting or a bluish tinge to their faces. They all had names like Anya, Ivana and Valentina.
I clicked on a picture marked 'Yelena', since it appeared to be first. I might as well be systematic about this. The first screen brought up a picture of Yelena, presumably, stretching out provocatively on a bed, wearing a tank-top and tights...or leggings...or yoga pants, I can never tell. The caption was hilarious, though. 'Young student wants to make English chat for practicing'.
I didn't even want to think about what she was majoring in.
There were several files, so I clicked on one. I got more than I bargained for.
It was a video of a chat session between Willy and Yelena. I was assuming it was Willy, anyway. The first segment was benign, and a little awkward. Willy is in his mid-fifties, and Yelena looked like she would get carded, trying to buy a Slush Puppy. It was like watching a tourist ask for directions in Marseille. Eventually they got to the crux of the matter. He started complimenting her, and she started tee-heeing-ing and 'oh, you-ing', playing up the coy, little coquette.
I was glad I hadn't eaten. Rather abruptly, Willy told her to take her top off. I had forgotten I was in the bar, and the Frankenal turned and glared at me, sharply. I killed the video, and closed down the lap-top. Must remember headphones.
"Sorry about that, guys..."
"You need to think about where you are," the Frankenal interrupted.
"What you do in private is no concern of ours, but in public is different matter." The other half of the Frankenal continued.
"I know, gentlemen, I know," I said. "It wasn't planned. You'll just have to trust me when I say that its not a habit of mine to observe adult-oriented content in public...unless I'm at the mall," I joked.
"That's not even funny." Condemnation from the Frankenal. Ouch.
Luckily, Lloyd bounded in, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Sit down, man," I said to him. "Order a drink, deflect the attention of the Frankenal from me."
Lloyd turned toward the Frankenal. "What'd he do now?"
"He's a pervert."
"We know, that," Lloyd deadpanned. "But what'd he do now?"
The Frankenal laughed. Lloyd must have a better delivery.
"Why so bouncy?" I asked Lloyd.
"Oh, I dunno, we're sitting at 4-0, and while the coaches are constrained to the one-game at a time, mantra, I'm not."
"Explain."
"I was just looking at the schedule, and barring injuries or complete, catastrophic meltdowns, it's looking pretty good for us."
"All right, break it down," I said.
"There are five 'should wins' on the schedule, Illinois, Indiana, Purdue, Maryland, and Minnesota. That puts it at nine wins on the year. Iowa is almost a 'should win', they are not as good as last year, and we're better than we were, but Iowa always plays us close, and the game is in Iowa City, but that's ten wins."
"Ok, what about the other two games?"
"Wisconsin is a toss-up. I still think they are a bit over-rated, since they got to where they are by beating teams that were overvalued. They have to face a death march before getting to us, they had Michigan State, then Michigan, a week off, then Ohio State and Iowa before we head up there. They will be beat up, and have at least two losses. the downside is that Camp Randall Stadium is the stuff of nightmares for Husker fans."
"What's left?"
"The week after going to Wisconsin, we have to go to Columbus and Ohio State. I hate to pick against us, but I'm marking that down as highly improbable. But, if that turns out to be our only loss, we might get a rematch with them in the B1G Championship game. We'd have to play the winner of thew Michigan-Ohio State game, which is in Columbus."
"Either way, that sounds scary, me."
"I know, I know," Lloyd said. "I'm getting way ahead of the curve, here.
"Back to the task at hand. What are we going to do to Illinois?"
"Coach says Illinois has a tough d-line. That d-line is 11th in the B1G in stopping the run. They allowed Western Michigan and North Carolina to roll up on them and their one win is over Murray State. They might have talented defensive ends, but if they are giving up run yards, that tells me their linebackers are awful."
"Ground and pound, or air it out?"
"Ground and pound, be patient, use screens and the play action pass, when its advantageous. Other than that, let the three-headed beast wear them down."
"Revenge game #2?" I asked.
"Yep. The Huskers seem to be a much more cohesive unit, than last year. The coaches seem more tuned in to what the players' skill sets are. I wouldn't be surprised to see Tommy run a lot more than they let him, last year. Hopefully his trend of minimizing brain cramps continues."
"All right Mr. Confident. Cowboy Steve says the Huskers are 21-point favorites. Take it?"
"21 is a big number, but North Carolina beat them by 25. We're averaging over 43 points a game, at home. I say take it, they won't score 20 points, they'll be lucky to get 14, their offense is terrible. I have a feeling we get a lot of short field opportunities."
"Final score prediction?"
"Huskers start slow, but pull away in the second half. Maybe 21-7 at halftime, double up for both teams in the second half, Nebraska 42-21."
I nodded. Sounds like a good day.
Husk-husk and on the qb.
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