”“She isn’t.”“Good.”“We don’t want Ed to marry you.”What the hell?“We haven’t even been on a single date.”“You met her mothe....”“Ed’s mother met David, too. I don’t see them getting married.”“David is a jealous ass. I’m relassing. Fire, firing him.” she slurred.“I agree. Too bad that the Quebec guys didn’t come, they would have fit in well.”I blatantly changed the subject; she was too drunk to stay on her current track.“They got a sponsor.”“How about a shower?”“It’s my period.”“My shower won’t. Ja flasterin' conchtrot..." The doctor collaped to his knees, his head hanging in shame and defeat as he dropped his machete and the tree ensnared him thoroughly.The nurse cautiously wandered into the carnage of the retirement home, her perfect body still glistening with sweat as her own nectar mixing with a flood of her lover's manliness rushed down her thighs. "PLEASE! DO NOT GO! YOU WILL DIE!" The pathetic man writhing across the floor like a slug made his way towards the restroom's doorway,. .. will this make a change to Jenny’s thoughts on emigration?”“She hasn’t said, yet. We must give her time to think about it. She can stay and keep her job, or go to Rehome and marry her girlfriends. It may take some deep and careful thought for all of them, for I don’t know their employment situation.”“Thanks for letting me know, Daddy. I was fearful of what might have happened to you; and to Jenny.”“Freda my love; just look after your little one. We old folk can look after ourselves; at least. That Saturday I saw the couple walking aroundThe local mall. Right in front of Mr. Robinson I told his wife how good she lookedIn that sunny dress. After a little flirting I spoke to the wimp husbandHe wouldn’t look me in the eyes like a man. So I took control of the situationI told them that we should go back to their place and chat like adults. Mrs. Robinson said King there are only two adults here and the otherPerson is a young jerk that thinks he is God’s gift to woman. Mrs. Robinson was.