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I have decided! I now have the answer to my retirement years. Yes, folks, I am going into business as a certified Stammer and Stutter Repair man.All I have to do is follow the instructions laid down in this story by Uncle Bob Lubrican, and his faithful Sidekick, Peaches. Nuff said. You see, it all started when Bob, no, not that one, was suddenly forced to take his niece, Jennifer by name, half way across the States to succour his badly injured brother and sister-in-law. Oooh, were they banged up. And he had to take this epitome of feminine pulchritude on the back of his Babe Bike, which did very nice bad things to the women on the passenger seat, caused by certain vibrations occurring in the saddle. Need I say more? Thank heavens they all lived happily ever after! So, Ladies, of the feminine persuasion, do you stutter, stammer, lisp, speak in foreign tongues? Old Fuzzywuzzy has the cure, air miles accepted.