There's this woman who lives about three miles down the road from me who goes by the name of Carol Buckowski. She lives alone and raises chickens.
Her husband was killed by an organ grinder who was passing through town about twenty years ago. Seems the organ grinder confused him with someone who owed him money from a gambling debt and after a loud confrontation on Main Street in which Carol's husband protested vehemently over such nefarious charges and turned to walk away, the organ grinder pulled a pistol and shot him in the back of the head, killing him on the spot.
I attended the funeral and was quite shocked when a grieving Carol glanced at me as her husband was being lowered into the ground and cast me a wink.
I know my winks and this one was not merely the acknowledgement of a friend in the midst, but rather an open invitation for sexual activity.
I declined the invitation at the time because her husband, whose name was Milton, was a friend of mine from way back and I could not tolerate the thought of violating his wife while his body had not yet attained the state of the long-deceased.
Over the years I have spurned her advances because of one thing or another. Usually I was connected with some other woman and didn't feel like playing the field, but recently I have been available and this morning as I was passing Carol's house she yelled, "Gustav, would you be kind enough to bed me down? I will give you these eggs for your services."
I eyed the eggs and they appeared to be fresh. I then eyed Carol and could discern the soft and inviting curves of her body hidden beneath her chicken-farmer clothing.
I was hungry, both for the eggs and for Carol, but I decided I had best head home first and put the question to the A2K members.
Should I do her for the eggs? Should I do her and tell her to keep the eggs? Should I try to buy the eggs and not do her at all?
I am distressed right now, my friends. I am sitting her furiously rubbing my forehead and trying to decide what to do.
Please help me through these times of need.