She said, "You screwed your antennas back on the car. Will we be talking on the radios, too?" Yes, Dear. It's a long ride and when you get tired of me... there will be plenty of people eager to talk to a woman on the radio. We will have to get you licensed at some point."Her eyes got a little large. She said, "We really are serious, aren't we?" Eve, I love you is serious to me." It is to me, too. Bill, I'm just beginning to realize that we're talking about the rest of our lives and what that. I grabbed a girl I was seeing, and off we went.The party was a success. But I did notice that Pete and his wife were traveling in some powerful company. At least half of the guests there were local politicians. It seemed Pete had joined the big time.As the holiday season approached, I found that I was invited to a lot of parties through him. These parties had one thing in common. Republicans! And anyone who was anyone in the Republican Party was at these parties. The impressive thing was they. Not surprisingly the customers of the Beehive were few and far between.“Your Uncle Caleb has made a huge difference to the tavern.” John said. “He contracted the Windmill brewery in Sleaford to take their entire output each week. He then engaged half a dozen comely tavern wenches from Lincoln, and now, with the excellent ale, friendly and agreeably formed serving maids, and the tasty food cooked by Abby Lines, the place is bursting at the seams of an evening.” John winked. “It is rumoured Caleb. ??One then! Is that what it’s supposed to be? Please don’t keep whipping me.??That’s better. One it is. I knew you would catch on. Now after this, add ‘sir’ to your count.?Shlackk! ?Ow! Ow! ...Two, sir. Is that what you want? I’m trying to do it right.??Yes. You’re doing it just right now. Two down, ten to go.?SShlackk! ?AHHHH! Three, sir. Oh-my-god, don’t hit me that hard.?He laid on three more strokes, progressively harder, with me crying out after each one. Then he paused, and.