Randy D: "Listen, if you're not too busy, I'm really going to need that sandwich you were supposed to make for me."
Just Asking: "How did you get into my bathroom? Heck, for that matter, how did you even get into my house?"
Randy D: "Er, um, this is my house, remember? I lured you here with coffee last night and then you had your way with me. In gratitude, you promised to make a sandwich for me."
Just Asking: "Wait a minute . . . "
Randy D: "So what are we talking here," somewhere between two to five minutes until sandwich time?"
Just Asking: "Is that my blouse you're wearing?"
Randy D: "Of course it is. That was part of your fantasy. Gee, it's almost as if you don't remember anything we did. By the way, no mayonnaise, just honey mustard."
Just Asking: "Who are you calling 'honey'? And take off my blouse; you're stretching it all out of shape."
Randy D: "If I take it off, with you in the shower like that, things might start all over again, and that would delay my sandwich."
Just Asking: "That will never happen, in fact, I'm not sure anything happened last night either. I don't know how you got me over here, but I'm going to call the police as soon as I get out of this shower, and wait until I tell Jane S and Carbie what you've done."
Randy D: "Wow, will they be jealous! They'll each want their own turns!"
Just Asking: "Get out!"
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