Joel is a Considerate Bastard

Joel sat on Scott’s recliner as the clown-devil-chick lounged on Scott’s recumbent and bound body. She forcibly twisted his arms and legs until she acquired the most comfortable position, for her.

Joel watched her with a wary admiration and said, “Non sapevo che I clown potrebbe essere cosi sessualmente desiderabile.”

And she replied with a smoky laugh, “La ringrazio, ma depo aver divorato la gozzovigliare l’anima potete contattarmi, se lo si desidera.”

“Cool, when will you be done?”

“Sunrise,” she purred.

Joel handed her a card and said, “Call me.”

She scanned the card and said, “My pleasure, Eric.”