Dickman and Throbbin(J Holmes-T Byron-P North) 2

What's the problem?

I don't know. It's like she doesn't have any interest in sex, you know what I mean?

It's like she'd rather do the dishes than fuck.

Here you are, Mr. Parker. These papers you wanted.

Great, doll.

Will there be anything else?

Yeah, um...

What time do you get off work?

Six o'clock.

How would you like for me to drive you home?

That's okay. My husband picks me up.

And the rest of the Hells Angels usually come with him.

And the Hells Angels usually come with him.

Snotty bitch.

Bet she wanted me, huh?

Yeah, like herpes.

Listen, Kevin. I know where you're going to.

Jan went through the same thing.

Jan? The one who strips on tabletops?

That's right. She never ever wanted it. I mean, ever.

It was like I had some disease or something.

And then one day, my boss, Mr. Frimble, gave me a phone number.

What, a whorehouse?

Not a whorehouse. Nothing to laugh about either.

These guys can really help you.

The sexorcists? What is it, some kind of a joke?

It's no joke, buddy. It's real.

How does it work?

I don't know. These guys... These guys are inhuman. It's like they're magic or something.

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