Laughs. "What for?"
"Because I'm just having it rough right now. Uncle Sam at my door. Bills everywhere. I have too much on my plate and I need a break. I left work and went to the bar to have a couple of drinks."
"Yeah I can hear your voice sounds a little slurred. How many drinks did you have?"
He sighs. "Ah, maybe two or three."
To myself: Ugh, I'm so tired of his lame ass but I really could use a little tonight. (Nasty thoughts jump in my head. I see the reflection of us in the headboard mirror of my bed.) Hmmm. I likes what he does to me. He's already buzzed so I probably don't really have to entertain him much. He'll be asleep right after I bet. Yeah I can do this. Sounds like a plan.
"Allright well I'm on the phone so if you wanna come over, come on."
But what I really meant was... "Just bring your d*ck and your mouth and I'll temporarily waive my annoyance for you the 30-45 minutes it will take for us to get this done. Cool?"
We hang up.
Five minutes later he calls back.
"When I come over can you loan me $20 so I can park my car tomorrow after leaving your house?"