I read ‘The universe is an aspect of the godhead,’ before my eyes glazed over. Old. Hindu. Well, all right, I’d give it a go. They wanted me to...show that I had been tested for STDs with my application. What? What kind of ‘head’ are we talking about here? Back to Wikipedia and this time I asked it to please enlighten me on the combination ‘tantric sex’. It promptly told me that this was mainly a western, new age kind of thing, sex as a spiritual whatever. Divine sex sounded like an interesting. I am married to this job. Then she said “I’ll be right back”. Carol came back a few minutes later and said; sorry you got to get in the back seat of the car, but no handcuffs. Carol drove me into a dark poorly lit shopping center at Montgomery and Tramway and pulled her police cruiser into a dark corner of the lot. Then she got out and opened the rear door of the police car and took off her gun belt and threw it on the back seat floor. Carol slid next to me and said “how about a nice blow job. “Uh uh,” he said. “They don’t subscribe.”“Well she saw you out cutting my lawn, and she would like to talk to you about doing hers. She had a man but he got a better job or something. Anyhow, I told her I’d ask you.” She smiled.“Thanks, OK,” Rigby said and he walked to the neighbor’s house and rang the bell.“Ah, the grass cutter,” the lady said with a smile when she opened the door. “Just what I need. Will you cut my lawn and trim the walk for two-fifty? That’s what I paid the man who did. Why?”“Because there’s all kinds of important dates this month, and I wasn’t sure which one was next. We wouldn’t want to miss Angie’s birthday . . . would you?” she teased him. Their daughter’s birthday was all Ben had talked about for the last three weeks.“Even if I wanted to forget, you really think Angela would let me?” Ben reminded Amy. “No, I doubt there’s much chance of you getting away with trying to duck out of your daughter’s second birthday party. I assume you’ve got something in mind.