Wanna bet? The summer after my freshman year in college I started fooling around with a radio preachers wife. She had to tell him what she thought of the broadcast and that was the only period of time we could get together. She used to come pick me up in her Cadillac and take me back to her house with his hollering and singing on the radio providing the sounds that set the mood. When the two hour broadcast ended she took me home. She was a tall, curvy redhead, nine years older than me, and just my type.