I'm sorry for being so selfish Mark." That's okay, just remember that I am going to call you on it when you get too self absorbed. Now that you have h...ard some of my history, how about you tell some of yours; who is Robin Howell?" Well, I am from Dayton, Ohio, and I have a sister who is a year and a half older than me. Actually she is my half sister; her father is different than mine. We never heard much about him, but I think that he left when he found out that mom was pregnant. My dad married. "My parents are alive! In Boston!"Gayle and I chatted a bit as we headed back to the medical room and re-patched her daughter, Lorraine. Found out more of what they were doing when this all started. Turns out they are from the college in Boulder, Colorado. A group of 20 of the sorority girls had gone down to south Denver for a funeral of one of their friends who'd been killed in a car accident. The service was at a funeral home and, during the service, one of the other dead bodies came out of. “Play ‘Three O'clock Blues’. Could you do that for me?” It was a breathy, sexy female voice, almost a whisper.“Probably. Whose version?” he asked. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll be listening. In bed. By myself.”He played the original by Lowell Fulson right at three o’clock after he did the station identification. “This next tune is a request,” he said into the microphone. “It goes out to the lady with the sexy voice. Three O’clock Blues.”The next night he had a call in the first hour, some guy asking. "I turned to face her; she dropped to her knees in front of me as she stroked me while she rinsed me clean. She leaned forward and kissed me where it would do the most good and then looked up into my eyes with a smile on her face before she did it again. This time she held the kiss before letting her mouth open and engulf me."Oh my, that's so good." My knees just about buckled and I had to grab a rail to keep from collapsing. Kay's head bobbed and her tongue swirled around me in her mouth..