Roxanne

Roxanne

She is a single mom. There is a knock at your door. You answer it wearing only a pair of shorts, you have just finished working out. It’s a beautiful woman with a couple of boxes of cookies you ordered from her kids. She is biting her lip, looking you up and down.

Roxanne: My uh, my number is on the invoice if you need…more

you: Ok, thank you.

Roxanne: You could get some for your wife or girlfriend?

you: I’ve got neither one.

Roxanne: oh, well maybe your “partner”?

you: Oh no, I’m not gay.

Roxanne: Well, I have to go but if you need, you know, anything at all. My number is there.