Chapter 10: Chapter 10

“You’re damned tootin’. Just picture Desperate Housewivesfor the geriatric brigade. Yet you may be missing out on a grand opportunity. Of greater importance, those depraved broads are also rolling in dough. Now, just imagine how those mesh briefs of yours would be stuffed to the brink with dollar bills, not even saving space for that gigantic willy of yours and…huh…” The cash register drawer slid shut with the jangle of coins and a solid click.

“And what?” I asked, cringing in anticipation of more disconcerting remarks.

“Speaking of dollars, it looks like we need to stock up on singles. Want me to run to the bank?”

“The way you vault from one subject to another can give a guy whiplash, you know?”