"Baby?" My wife asked in that questioning way I know is always an ask beyond the norm.
"Yes, love?" I answered back... my usual "what is it this time?" hiding in plain sight in the tone of my reply.
"Okay... so.... So you know how desperate we are for money, right?" She asked me.
Oh god... please tell me you haven't sold the car for Bitcoin or something.
"Yes love, always for us." I replied.
"So... I think I have a good way to really make a lot of money fast that... you might be okay with... or even like." She said to me.
"Okay, babe... what is it?" I asked.
She considered just showing me straight away on her ipad but decided to keep that in reserve in case I went off the rails.
'Okay... okay... and hear me out first before you react ok?" She asked. I said I would be patient and kind with my reply.
"Okay... so Reese called me to offer me some... work... a bit like the old days... but I could make several hundred bucks an hour..." she told me.
"Wow... that's... what exactly is the work?" I asked thinking prostitution or worse.
"Modeling... of a sort.... Softcore adult movies. But softcore--no actual fucking... all implied... I mean, there's some touching... it's gotta look real, but I'd basically just be naked having guys bump into me from behind to make it look like they were fucking me... but not. So you know, not porn porn... just...." She said, trailing off to see my reaction.
I sighed... and thought about all the ways it could go wrong... but honestly I really wasn't that opposed to the idea. I thought it was hot when she was stripping... my friends always wondered what it was like to date a stripper... I was a hero back then... would this be different?
"Tell me more about the uh... movies... and all that?" I asked.