Hidden question #1

“Thank you,” Jenny responds, giving you a kiss and a hug. “I think 20 bucks will cover it. Get some hot dogs, buns, maybe a few brats and all the fixins. I’ll have a talk with my sisters.”

With that, she slaps a 20 into your hand. Great. You just agreed to leave this exhibition of tit-flesh to go get fucking hot dogs? You’re trading in tits for wieners? Wonderful. Just wonderful.

But that whole part about talking to her sisters? You wonder what she was going to talk to them about?

As you drive in your car to the nearest store, you ponder what the topic of conversation will be. Sure, you figure the obvious thing is she’s going to ask her sisters to quit eyeballing you like you’re the last slice of pizza. But for some reason, you entertain delusions that she’s going to politely ask her sisters to participate in a wild fivesome, with you as the main course, so you can satiate your lust and get it out of your system. And as a result, you grow a meaty stalk as you drive to the store.