" "Calvin Coolidge had sex with chickens?" WILLY said, wondering at all he didn't know about perversion. JANE confronted her client, "A goddess cannot...be chicken! This will be your last opportunity to save your career: You must be bold!" "First: Tell Jeanni what the Calvin Coolidge Factor is," BEN said, confident that he knew the effect of that little piece of knowledge would have on her. "Yes: I want to know, too!!" POLLY said. "I don't know if I care to," HER FATHER said. "How do you have sex. It is almost tolerable. Am I drugged? Then, I make out the phrase "multiple fractures". Are they talking about me? Sure. It stings as they are cleaning the cuts and bruises. I am aware that my body is fully exposed. Including my private parts.I am wheeled into another room. The temperature is lower and I go goosey. I still can't open my eyes. Something clicks loudly. They are turning me cautiously on my left side. It hurts like hell. I hear the same sound again. A moment later, I am turned on. The wail became a despondent cry. I had to stand on the bench to see the man. He was on his hands and knees, not more than ten yards away, crying like a child. He reminded me of myself, eighteen months ago, right after my wife died.I decided to try to see what I could do to comfort him."Excuse me, Sir," I said, when I was ten or twelve feet away from where he was kneeling on the ground. I had no right to enter his private space if he didn't want me there.He looked up, peered at me through. I shrugged, took some money with me, and walked a bit. It seemed that my evening activities had pissed Toey off royally.Only then did I remember that I had not paid anything for my last massage at the parlor. I decided to take care of that before starting my next renovation step. I knew that there were several broken tiles on the roof of the house. The replacements had already been transported to the house - now I only had to lift them to the roof and change the worst ones. A piece of cake. A.