"You gave those asshole the green butt-fucking light."

"No, one asshole ran a red light. You really have to watch those assholes. I can't swear they haven't run the red light at the intersection of her thighs, but I made it bright red after they ran the red at her oral crossing, and I made it flash after they ran the intersection of her butt cheeks. After I turn all lights to green, I expect to see a bisexual gang bang. It'll make one hell of a video."

"I want that fucking video, Sue. I want that whole day on tape. I want you in it, so hire someone just to do the taping if you have to."

"I have just the right person for that job. Sarah Brewer from across the street."

"Sarah knows about this?"

"She's the one who encouraged me to come down here and lay this out for you. By the way, if you want an easy piece of ass, Sarah is easy and very interested in you. She's like you. She has never cheated, but she's ready to change that. You could do a lot worse than a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader."

"Sarah Brewer, huh? They don't come any better. She's fucking gorgeous. What is she about twenty-three, twenty-four?"

"Twenty-six and bisexual as hell, horny as all get out, and she's a juicy bitch-tight, too. Evidently, Jerry isn't hung any better than you are."

"Thanks a lot."

"Well, you are a bit on the small side, you know. Small is all she's ever known. She's also one that says size doesn't matter. You'd better nail her before she finds out differently. She's debating trying the dog. If Spike nails her, size will matter a great deal. He'll take all the wrinkles out of her cute little pussy and put stretch marks in it."

"What about Heather? Can she handle him?"