Yeah! We don't get too many of her kind, here in Mudcatville, I thought to myself. I was ashamed to admit: I was happy in a sicko way to see her hooked. It meant I wasn't alone, with a bunch'a other over-the-hill pickers with day old whiskers and the equipment to match. Read that anyway ya wanna! For some reason, there always more men who need the fix than those of the fairest sex, like Baby.

It seems Babe started using up her hubby's online time, that he used for washing the dough, ya know? He'd find her in there all hours of the day and night, tapping away, looking for the one song that would set her free. He didn't know the half of it. While Babe sat there mixing it up with the like o'Joe, Mick, and Rick, Jackie Paper's funny paper was going south of the border to Mexico! The big Boss got wind something was up and followed Jackie's online connections. That's when he knew: Jackie's Main Moll had a serious problem and it was costing him and Jackie a lot of money.

After hearing this sob story from the dame, I started going down the alphabet, from arsehole on, calling them all the cussed names I could think of, but Babe gasped, her eyes widened in such shock and dismay and I thought I'd better cool it, her being a lady and all.

I told her we'd have to prove everything she'd just told me if she didn't wanna get deep-sixed herself an', I was not feeling too comfortable myself at that prospect either.

Not knowing of my own addiction, Baby started telling me how, in M'ville, you can just tap out a person's name and everything they've ever said on there comes up! I was beginning to think she wasn't such a ditzy dame after all and maybe I was going to have to kiss her to shut her up. No telling if she'd seen my name and postings on there and I wasn't ready to discuss it with her. Not, yet, anyway.