" Explain that to me." A prostitute stands on a corner or sits on a barstool and takes on anyone who has the price. You would be more of a high class ...all girl. You wouldn't be looking for customers; it would all be set up ahead of time. Say Bill calls me and says he will be in town on the twentieth for some meetings and he has to stay the night. He asks me if I can find him some company so I say sure and I call one of the girls on my list." So you are a pimp?" Nope. I don't take a dime for. [Slaps WIFE’s behind.] Hop to!Wife [giggles]: Yes, love.Husband: That’s “Sir.”Wife [smiling hugely]: Yes, Sir. I’ll hop to, Sir. [WIFE begins gathering empty beer bottles. HUSBAND studies her.]Husband: Honey? I’d like to try something out.Wife: Yes, Sir?Husband: Take off your clothes. All of them.Wife: Yes, Sir.[Wife disrobes. She is slender, fit, and tanned, with a well-groomed triangle of dark brown pubic hair.]Wife [pirouetting clumsily]: Do you like what you see, Sir?Husband: I definitely. Saturday morning Amy is driving down main street and as she turns she sees a woman and her two boys maybe 12yrs getting in a car. Amy turns that way and follows them to the ball park seeing them closer the woman looked about maybe 30yrs nice body long brown hair tits good not to large over all not a prom queen but close to it Amy watches her sit with a few other women so Amy hangs back then the lady heads to the food stand coming up behind her Amy starts to talk with her up close she has pretty. “Under there, it is an ‘Acrylic’ painting of ‘Jim Knox, ‘“ I said hoping it heard me under the cover.I directed him to look at my father’s unfinished work, while the goings on hopefully occurred under the sheet. After Pat was thoroughly impressed, I took off the cover and a beautiful rendition of my Dad was there in living color.“Wow, what a great picture of Jim – you must’ve done that from memory, I would think?” Pat questioned.“Yes, Memories are the best place to paint from, Pat – So, when do.