“oh well, no cancer” she smiled “its just part of the test, now please go lie down on your back” Shaking, I did so. She leaned down and fiddle... with something under the bed. The back began to raise as a set of leg rests unfolded from the bottom. “Scoot your bum to the edge, dear, and put your legs in the rests”.My throat felt thick and all I could feel was confusion. Why was this happening? “why” I croaked as I tried to stifle tears.There was no friendliness in her voice now “legs up now, hurry. Every time Dad drinks it, he burns the sausages on the barbecue and they taste disgusting.’ --Ethan, 7 years old‘I give Dad’s beer to the dog and he goes to sleep.’ --Shirley, 7 years oldAND THE BEST RESPONSE‘My Mum drinks beer and she says silly things and picks on my father. Whenever she drinks beer she yells at Dad and tells him to go bury his bone down the street again, but that doesn’t make any sense.’ --Jack, 7 yearsAn old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From. Gene wouldn't even have to come down."Mark said, "He has to bring the avionics installation guys down. We're making this place a real live airport, complete with the modern landing equipment necessary to bring someone in during heavy fog. We don't get it often, but when we do, it is thick."After hearing that, I had to ask, "If you are going to be an airport, why the camouflage paint on the hangars?"Mark said, "When you look at our runway from the air, you'll see. Or rather you won't see as it. ."The brawny, philandering husband tightly swallowed. Something in her tone had set off sparks in his already throbbing groin. Christ, he thought, his Goddamned cock was so hard it might rip the front of his pants right out! Bring yours... we can drink them in here... right in her friggin' bedroom! Oh shit... he ought to think of Beth if nothing else! She loved him, poor kid, and here he was on the verge of scoring with their sexy little neighbor... no Goddamned scruples at all, that's what!.