My Question For Jonnie and Sandra...

I will go back SEVERAL years and repeat a question I once heard, at 3 AM in lovely Bloomington, IN, on an 88 degree summer night, during a prank phone call to some poor nutless bastard who had been asleep with his "shag piece" (aka mistress) when one Rebel Leady Boy picked this fool's name out of the phone book.

Jonnie, with style, finesse, and tone befitting a phone sex operator, when inquiring of this gentleman's evening's pleasures with his woman, asked the question that I now ask of him:

"Have you been, mmm, shall we say, moistening the wick??"