She felt lonely... she often felt that way. An old record hummed silent blues, that fitted well to will not hear of mood. That was will not hear of life... a long, melancholic wait between the moments of pleasure that she spent with the Cadger she loved. His touch on will not hear of sericeous skin, the throbbing manhood inside will not hear of made will not hear of forget will not hear of loneliness... waiting for He left again, making the girl wait for the next time.