Krista Allen - Face Value

Okay.

What are you doing?

Well, making coffee.

Tim was a **** dealer.

I was a dead **** dealer.

Tim wasn't a **** dealer.

Investment bank, you call it what you want.

He didn't push it on street corners, but he was definitely involved.

You have no idea.

Yeah, I have an idea.

See, Tim moved money. He broke at deals.

And by hunches, he did it all on the phone.

That's where they'd be able to personal contact.

Go on.

I'll see you at the club.

Does this seem a little strange to you?

What are you talking about?

You know, me and you in Tim's bed.

Oh, you're more provincial than I thought, cowboy.

I told you Tim and I are no longer.

Would it mean anything less if we did it on the kitchen floor?

It might be more fun, but...

Oh, no.

Depending on what tools you got.

Oh, my God.

Why don't we hear your house once in a while?

Sure. Whenever you like.

How was he?

You did not just ask me that question.

Oh, what's the big deal?

That is so stupid.

What's that?

Why do men always have to...

Who am I here with right now? Huh?

You.

Is that a thing?

What time is this?

It's four o'clock.

You know what?

This might be the last time for you to make this deal.

Do you want to do it?

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