Some one please hurry out to Vegas and retrieve the money we lost. I will pay a finder's fee.
Let me set the scene:
Smoked filled casino. I am at one slot machine…losing. Hunter is at another slot machine two rows over…losing. Attractive, scantily clad, built for speed "lady" slinks through. Hunter makes eye contact.
"Lady" : Hey, you having fun?
"Lady" : You want some company?
Hunter: Let me ask my wife, she might be up to it.
Hunter goes back to losing.
Not sure why my husband is now attractive to prostitutes. He says they think he's well hung and loaded. I say he just looks the part of a typical "John".
So, for the next two days we played "Spot the Hooker". I won with five. He only got two (we saw his "friend" later with a friend).