"Listen," she had this scary, almost maniacal look on her face, "do not fuck around with me Abe, I'm serious. Give me your fucking money or I bail-jate."

"Bail-jate?" he asked himself, but even as he asked himself the question it sounded too ludicrous to pursue and he could no longer hold back his laughter, he was having the greatest laugh of his life and as he started coming through it he saw that he was no longer where he thought he was and the hands that were working their way into him were not hers.

It was Ms. A who was reaching into his open fly and putting him into her mouth and saying something like "it's true, I'm older than I look, but I don't see what you find so funny?"