The First Thinly Veiled Reference to Sex

Hall of Famer Johnny Bench displaying his fluency with baseballs and weed. 

   In his famous "Seven Words You Can't Say on TV" shtick, George Carlin said the hypocrisy of the F-Bomb was that it was inside joke everyone was party to.  As an example he played up the weatherman talking to the newlyweds and how the assumption was they had been engaged in a two-person orgy for the duration of their honeymoon.  Hil and I have definitely been playing up the honeymoon card in an attempt to mooch drinks from various soft-touch bartenders, but you wonder a little what assumptions they're bringing to the table.  There's something to be said about the laconic style of speech and implied formality of Southerners -  "your vocal cords feel like a cross between velvet and peanut butter" - as if it were sufficient to break even the grimmest news:
"Whal' Doctor Mittens did not have occasion to make it thru su'gery, Ah am in a position to offer you a sweeeet teea."
    So then a missed call from a 252 area code led Hillary to call the rental office to find out if there was some important news.  From staying here last year, we knew the cabana boy was coming to clean the pool around mid-week, so I can only assume Hillary wanted to insure she was here during that eventuality and that I had eaten my sleeping pill-lined puff pastry, to the same degree that I wanted to make sure to invent some side trip on the day in question.  I had suffered through a lengthy description by a local somewhere between his 10th and 16th pint of ale at a roadside shack as to what was the proper degree of severity and entrance angle when employing "the Buxton Munch", and had no terrible inclination in either of us learning more. (Author's note:  This did not actually happen.)
     The woman who answered at the office told us she hadn't made the call, and didn't know anything pertinent that someone else would have called us for and besides, "I see here y'all on your honeymoon, so you must be quaht busy.  We wouldn't want to disturb y'all." (Author's note:  This actually happened.)
So and so and so.....truth sometimes stranger than fiction.
The post script is that we made 4am friends with our neighbors last night, who are getting married on the beach here Friday.  We were invited within 15 seconds.