After watching Kathleen turner walk onto the elevator, I wondered about my wife. Looking around the room I noticed her sitting by herself at a table, sipping what looked like a whiskey sour. I walked up to the table and sat down, noticing a strange far away gaze in her eyes.
"Molly, are you okay?"
"I was just fucked by Bruce Willis," she said dreamily.
"Wow, well babe, I just finished fucking Kathleen Turner."
Snapping back, she looked at me and said, "You fucked who?"
"Kathleen Turner, she just left in the elevator, just a few minutes ago," I said.
"I couldn't believe it, I mean, he was wearing some strange bowling ball getup, made him look real fat. Anyway, we tried the key thing and zap, there it was, a green light and room twelve oh one popped up.
"Well, I was a bit disappointed as we headed to the room, but then he removed his costume and well, I was a lot happier. He was nicely built, a touch of hair on his chest and after he took off the strange bowling ball helmet, his head was bald."
"What did you do?"
"Well, after I undressed, I climbed on the bed and he went down on me."
"You let him do that?"
"You mean you didn't go down on..."