"Naked, a few seconds after finishing me off, she shows me these pictures of her in one of those magazines that advertises for gentlemen's clubs, swingers clubs and ah… jack shacks-"
"Jack shacks?"
"You don't want to know."
"Were they good pictures?"
"Would you let me tell the fucking story, already?"
"Sorry. You were saying?"
"She shows me these pictures of her—good pictures, not nude—in the aforementioned magazine. And she starts freaking out because she's worried that her kid may find out and it could get spread around his school."
"She shoulda thought of that earlier, don't you think?"
"Dude, when they look this good, you don't pressure them to think."
"Fair enough."
"Anyway, you interrupting fuck, I tell her to calm down because, you know, the odds are slim and all that and five thousand bucks is five thousand bucks."
"That's what she made?"
"You're quick tonight, you know that?"
"Fuck your face."
"Dude, let me tell the damn story already. So she tells me that she's really freaked out because she's second in line for the PTA and this could ruin that."
"The PTA?"
"Yup."
"As in Parents Teachers Association?"
"That's what that stands for?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, well anyway, you know this girl. And you know me. And you know how I reacted."
"I'm sure with all the grace and tact one can muster while laughing uncontrollably."
"Like I said, you know me."
"So, do you have the magazine?"
"Shut up."