“Whatever I did to deserve that, tell me so I can do it again.” Kissinger said after Marie finished her kiss and playful squeeze.  Her touch caused his heart to thump a little harder and gave him a slight rise.  The bulge in his pants grew just a little bigger.  “We do make an excellent duet, perhaps we should add our little song to the routine…” Kissinger said.<br/><br/>Kissinger raised his glass when Marie introduced him to the audience.  He downed the rest of the glass’s contents and motioned to the bar for another. He thought a moment and then he put his hand on Marie’s arm to hold her for a brief word just before she left.  “Never in my life would I have thought to find myself envious of a watermelon, I regret that I have not seen your show.”  He gave her a wink and let go of her arm.<br/><br/>His next song, ‘Alabama Song’ originally performed by The Doors was his trademark song for the bartender to make him another drink.  He would play it over and over and over until a glass of warm bourbon, no ice, appeared in its usual spot on his piano.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Well, show me the way <br/>To the next whisky bar <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/><br/>Show me the way <br/>To the next whisky bar <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/><br/>For if we don't find <br/>The next whisky bar <br/>I tell you we must die <br/>I tell you we must die <br/>I tell you, I tell you <br/>I tell you we must die <br/><br/>Oh, moon of Alabama <br/>We now must say goodbye <br/>We've lost our good old mama <br/>And must have whisky, oh, you know why <br/><br/>Oh, moon of Alabama <br/>We now must say goodbye <br/>We've lost our good old mama <br/>And must have whisky, oh, you know why <br/><br/>Well, show me the way <br/>To the next little girl <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/><br/>Show me the way <br/>To the next little girl <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/>Oh, don't ask why <br/><br/>For if we don't find <br/>The next little girl <br/>I tell you we must die <br/>I tell you we must die <br/>I tell you, I tell you <br/>I tell you we must die <br/><br/>Oh, moon of Alabama <br/>We now must say goodbye <br/>We've lost our good old mama <br/>And must have whisky, oh, you know why</span></div>