It was Jason."Good morning, Jason," Carolyn said tonelessly over the sound of running water in the sink."Hmmm? Oh, yes, yes." Jason muttered. "Did you... see that envelope of AKC pedigree forms? It came just recently and I'm sure I left it in here."There was a frantic rattle of papers, cupboard doors opened and shut, and footsteps hurrying about. Like a rat, a large rat squeaking and scurrying about, Carolyn thought impersonally, and she didn't care for rats."I can't find them anywhere," Jason. I knew that if I went through with screwing Marty, things would never be the same again, but I really didn't give a shit at that moment.I did let him get the door closed before I closed in on him. Now Marty at the time was a robust 68 year old man. He had beautiful white hair and a reasonably fit body. His main problem sexually was a lowered testosterone level. Age typically does that, I'm told.Being the true bisexual woman that I am, I kissed Marty using just as much tongue as I had used on. ”“Sit down, you flirt you!”So, she never stopped the base beat, which I’m singing now, using the words, “Why, tell my why?”MARILYN “Why tell me whyyou hate me?Making you sing...all by yourselfWhy tell me why,the notes, just fly by?All the way – to the skywe’ll get high – while I lieOh, Why-yy-yy-yytell me why?”“Okay Richie boy – it’s your turn, open that brain up wide. ‘Why, tell me why, Why, tell me why’”...JOHNNY “Why tell me whythey want me?To sing ... and to danceand to laugh...Why tell me. You'd have thought listening to all of their pitiful cries that they never enjoyed a stiff rod pumped up their bums. I was a bit of relief to be done with them and send their ripped arses and slit throats to feed the sharks!I'd have rather turned and gone east up the Main, but this sow couldn't handle runnin' close-hauled to the wind at all. It was going to be west for us, running broad reach as much as possible. Our luck all the way up the Mosquito Coast and into the Yucatan Channel was little.