“Sex works exactly the same way. Listen to this. I was going out with this gal, right, gorgeous, gorgeous gal, a client of mine. Well, I never laid a finger on her, never. Knew better than that. That’s what everyone else would do. ’Cause she was fabulous. Totally. So we keep going out, getting to know each other better. I’m staying completely under control. It wasn’t conscious on my part. Not completely. It was just what I was doing. So this one time she’s over to pick me up. I’m in the bedroom fixing my tie. I turn around and there she is, sitting on the bed. I looked at her and said, What are you doing? We have a theater date in twenty minutes. Don’t you want me? she says. Sure, babe, I said, absolutely, and we will, I mean, we both know that. Now c’mon, get off there, we’ve gotta get going.
“Okay. We go out a few more times. Same thing. I don’t do a thing. So one night she’s here. I’m sitting here, she’s over there. So all of a sudden she just jumps across the couch and, well, so that was that.
“Now, okay; how does it end? Well, she ends it. She used to come over for the weekend. It was just great. She’d stay all weekend. We’d never go anywhere. We never went out for a minute. It was our refuge from the world. We didn’t do much, make love, sometimes just cook, watch TV, maybe do some barbecue, make love some more. She never wore anything. All she’d wear would be one of my shirts. It was really fine. Just perfect. And she’d say I just loved you all weekend. Just was the key to the whole situation. I just loved you this weekend. Just was the way we wanted it. It was really good. Well, then she did it. She changed it. She said, I love you. I said, What are you saying? She said, I do, I love you. I just looked at her. She said, What’s my future with you? I said, Babes, you just had your future with me.
“So that was it. I didn’t see her again. Then about a year later she calls. She wants a couple of hundred dollars, she says. Something has gone wrong, see, and she knows she’s not gonna make it. Sure, I tell her, c’mon over and pick it up. She comes over. I give her the money, but, like don’t tell me what it’s for, I tell her, just take it, you tell me what it’s for and I might not approve. Okay, she says, and I could use another fifty for running money. Take a hundred, I tell her. No, fifty more was all she wanted.
“And that was it. I gave it to her and that was it, see. Because if you borrow money then I’m involved in your personal life, right? That’s the way it is. I’m not a bank. I don’t want your personal life. Only a bank can give you money and not be involved in your personal life. She knew that.”