Yup....the moment we hit the bed...a beautiful night and thighs of cream and
muscle.....but sadly no radar CRT light to illuminate them!
The rest of you avoided sex with tired ragged partners of wrinkled and spent
youth, taxed by worry and dispair; ah, the pity of it all! Lying next to your
spouses, you drifted off in sexual frustration wondering how it has come to
this....how did fruit of desire spoiled, wasted on the wispy stale fantasy of
the girl at Walbaums, or the woman who lives in town.

It's GOOD to be Capt. Robert B.!

RB