She was an amateur lady of negotiable affections. "How much for a quickie?"
"I'm not on the game. As it's you. Now that you've got me drunk, just pay for a taxi back to your place. I can't wait."

In my bedroom, I slipped out of my boxers and into her. She was lush, moist and dying for it. Buying her an expensive meal with two bottles of wine had been worth my money.

This Jazz Cabbage got me zooted. Jazz Cabbage is less harmful than Squares. I’m smoking that Jazz Cabbage boy.