“I told them to fuck off.”

“Oh…right. Good. What pervs. Yeah, that would be…wrong.”

“Sorry, I don’t even know why I told you. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable around them. But you should know what they’re like. Really, I understand if you don’t ever want to be around them. I’m not sure I even want to see them after that.”

“Don’t do that! I mean…thanks but, no, I’m, um, comfortable. In fact, I should get back on the horse! Horses. Let me go to your bar night. I’ll be your DD (that’s what guys like, right?). You’ll get to drink to your heart’s content and I’ll be sober enough to fend them off and gain their respect in the process.”

“I don’t know…”

“Fine, if you’re afraid you’ll pass out like you tend to, let’s just have them over. Then you can pass out safely AND I’ll have the gun if anyone really tries to get frisky.”

“I guess…”

“Great! Thanks, baby! I am going to make your favorite cocktail. The knockout!”