"Look Martha," Kevin began patiently, "I get a fat envelope each week badgering me with life insurance forms that promise a prison term if I 'mislead AAA.' These greedy people are out of their minds. What's next? AAA casinos? The AAA lottery? AAA needs to get out of the life insurance racket and make their roadside assistance better." Martha smiled at that, her ******* rising high above the upper bunk of her bunk bed. "Oh Kevin, you are sexier than a bag of prostitutes in a helicopter. Please sleep beside me in my tree cabin till cabooses make a come-back, because my love for you is thicker than plywood ******* to polystyrene."