“I liked you better when you were Don Carlos.”
“I bet even he wouldn’t want to take a bath with you.”
“You can be such a schmuck sometimes.”
Al nodded and said, “Yeah, but remember you told me some schmucks are better than others. So maybe I’m not that bad. And besides, even a real schmuck wouldn’t let a luscious, clean body like yours go to waste, towel or no towel.”
“Uh, don’t be too sure, smart ass.”
“Uh-huh…but honey, what are you gonna do when Hamilton shows up and starts hassling you or demands his money? Run to Don Carlos?”
Al paused there.
Linda gazed at him, slightly narrowing her eyes.
“No more ‘smart ass’ or ‘Don Carlos’ talk then, huh,” Al said.
The End