Dear John

Two sex workers are talking.

“How was your last ‘john,' Desiree?”

“Okay, but cheap. And yours?”

“One of the best: a big, muscular, handsome marine.”

“Oh, yeah? What did he wanna do?”

“First, he asked how much for sex and I told him $100, but he didn't have enough money. Then he asked how much for a BJ and I told him $50, but he didn't have that much either. Then he asked how much for a hand job and I told him $25. He agreed, I reached in, and what a surprise! I put one hand around it, then another hand on top of that hand, and then my first hand on top of that one!”

“Damn, girl, he musta been huge! Then what happened?”

“I loaned him $75!”