You prance out of the bathroom having re-applied your makeup. "Why don't we buy some ****?" you suggest.

Mr. Fowler seems shocked and you aren't surprised. He doesn't seem like a very adventurous guy, regardless of who his wife is. "Uh, okay," he says. "But, uh, how? And what?"

"How much cash do you have?" you ask. "I've only got a little bit."

"Lots," Fowler says. "A few hundred."

You smile. "That should be plenty," you say tenderly. "I'll take care of everything." You've still got the number of the dealer that once sold to you and Emily is this very motel. Hopefully he's still in business. Now you just need to decide what to buy.