"I know that," I said. "But that doesn't mean you're as kinky as I am." Oh, so you're not a pervert, but you're kinky?" she said. I closed the screen,...but that didn't stop her. "That looked like lines of dialog. What is it? Why were you writing that?" Why do you insist on going where you don't really want to go?" Because you have no idea where I do and do not want to go."She was as hardheaded as some of the officers I'd had to serve under. And just as clueless. Those officers often had to learn. You must be on the vertical." Yes, Ma'am. We just set it up in the middle of a street in downtown Tifton. I'm here with Bill Monroe and four others who live here. It's been quiet all day until we spotted their barriers on the ramps from I-75. We waited there and, eventually, someone saw us and we were greeted. Is Papa around?" Yes, he will be here in a minute. Why don't you put someone on?"I handed the mike to Bill. He keyed it and said, "This is Bill Monroe. Please tell me who you are, ma'am.". On Saturday afternoon we were ready to go. Ana got dressed in her old jeans full of rips and holes and I wore my eternal “Metal” black shirt with skull and bones…We travelled to the small town and out a long dusty road until we arrived at the fairgrounds where the concert was being held. It was already starting to get dark so we parked in this large field and just followed the crowd.Ana had got cheap tickets so we headed to the back, standing behind a white fence and watched as all of the. Jim and I headed back down to the, still rocking, garage.Mick and Ben smiled at Jim as he walked back in and the music stopped as I put my hand up.“Told you.” Mick said to Dan and Stan.“So they know about my darling wife’s insatiable sex drive?” I asked knowing full well the answer. “What are you smiling at Jim?” Dan asked.“Well I don’t get a blow job from your wife when I come over.”“What?” He looked amazed. “Fair dinkum did you get a blowie?”“Very nice it was to.” He said as he got a beer out.