Moving with my son and daughter to a sparsely-populated village a hundred miles from nowhere meant adjustments. It had to do with my work, mostly, bu... whatever the reason, we lived some distance from the nearest town, a tiny place with just the barest of services. The k**s made friends enough among their classmates and dated on and off, but the isolation was inescapable.Then came that day that left me shocked and sickened beyond belief--the day that I got home unexpectedly and heard the. Jane and Gloria were there with my five wives and every damned woman in sight was cooking something. I was a happy man.Two hours later I was thinking about getting the guitar out again and doing a few songs to pass the time. I didn't because I was still too full to suck in enough wind to sing. It was just as well though because a little tickling in my head let me know that a crapper replacement was arriving.Sure enough another flying shitter set down beside the one I'd ventilated. This one. He had to talkto Marie... to see if she'd help him put his reputation intact.Dan felt a bit of fear this time as he approached the dark-skinned girl.But only a bit. There was no such thing as voodoo. It was a case ofpicking a bad apple to take to the prom. As a matter of fact, theserednecks fear of voodoo was turning out to be a blessing."Hi Marie," Dan said. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Sure." Marie said in a friendly tone."Look about what I said last week," Dan began. "I'm really really. The thought ofyou on a street corner, in tiny little skirt, leaning into a car... stopit! You'll make me come now." I'm not doing it." You get the money anyway. We'll just talk." So why are you doing it?" Because I want to open up a side of you that you don't even knowexists." It doesn't exist." Then you earn two hundred pounds in half an hour for just talking."Needless to say, I turned him down. I did wonder what it would be like,though. Even if nothing happened, which it wouldn't, it would.