Two weeks later our plane landed in Kingston where the heat was almost withering, we could not wait to get out of our clothes. Hailing a cab we gave t...e driver the address of the villa we had rented for the week on the beach. The driver knew the place well. The driver was tall, very black, and quite handsome and around thirty years old, I would guess. He made small talk asking where we were from and if we had ever been to Jamaica before. I explained we had never there, but was really looking. Have I just cum? In the middle of all that pain? Was that an orgasm? There is certainly a puddle on the floor! Have I squirted? (Note to self, selling my ass can have unexpected consequences.) I had planned to finish with a hand job when Dexter calls. I give an apologetic smile, mouthing maybe next time. I am ready to sell again but he needs something to remember me. He starts to leave. I tell him to wait. I take the camera and peel off my top. His eyes pop. I hold it up and snap a. “Alright, so if I put this here…” he said as he planted a stake in the ground to set the tent, “and I put this one here… and I attach this here…” One could almost believe that he knew exactly what he was doing; ‘almost’ being the key word. Bart knew his father well enough to know that he was basically guessing and not really thinking through his methods. As he planted the last stake, Homer took a step back to look at his work. Three full seconds later, a small gust of wind brought it swiftly. .."I gave her a kiss, turned her over to Steve and the rest of the cast, and walked back to Cindy and Greg."So how is she?" Cindy asked."About as nervous as you'd expect," I said as we found seats in the partially filled house.The show started with a song from Michael Flanders and Donald Swann, an English duo who'd done a lot of comic songs in the Sixties. I was curious to see how their stuff would go over with today's college audience. Like Sondheim, their music had to be heard a couple of.