"That hot sauce gave me heartburn," Jack said. He said he couldn't sleep because of it. He wanted deep sleep, the kind of sleep that allows for snoring and drool. "Most people hate people when they snore," I told Jack. "They find any instance that has irritated them about you in the past and make it present." "My ol' lady don't hate me when I snore," Jack said, "she's used to it, sometimes she even snores." "She's rich with skin, her skin is like gold, it feels so smooth and exotic," Jack said. "I love to cradle her in the mornings, naked, up close to her ass as we spoon beneath the covers." I told him, "Most men are horny in the morning." Jack said he cradled her prior to being aroused, he liked to hold the moment as long as possible; although, evidently it always made him hard, then the whimpering and begging commenced. "It's funny how they can make us beg when they know we are hungover," I said.
Jack agreed and said, "Most people hate beggers."
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