None of the kids do, but you’ll smell it in the air tonight. How about drumming?”“Can’t say I’ve ever done that, either.”“Well, you will...tonight. That’s not an option. Everybody will get a drum. And there will be dancing.”“Um ... clothed?” I was suddenly having visions of a bunch of stoned men and women gyrating in front of a fire.“Yes, silly,” she said squeezing me. “Don’t get too excited. But you might want your sketchbook handy. You never know what might happen.” She grinned at me and I. Each sharing would charge her up for a wild love making session when she came back home.On a Friday evening after work, Katie seemed upset with I came in the door. "I think we have a problem." What makes you say that and what kind of a problem?" Steve, our next door neighbor, discovered me sunbathing on the deck today and he would not stop watching." Since when do you care if a man sees your body?" This is different, I enjoy it if I invite them but I didn't invite this, he just started watching. 3. The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL. 4. The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL. 5. The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS. And... 6. The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF. THE amazing fact is, the higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become. There must be a boat load of people in Washington playing marbles.This one is compliments of J & B:An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of. If he's willing, he will be picked up in..." Glancing at her watch, she estimated the driving time and said, " ... thirty minutes. He need bring nothing with him except the clothes on his back. They will be returned to him when the time is up ... Assuming you're still alive."Glaring at Kathy, who was wearing the lovely dress from the night before, Ali demanded, "Do you have a pair of jeans and a work shirt here at the office?" Kathy nodded. "A pair of moccasins?" Again a nod. "Okay. You have.