Jack was checking out the cigar lady in the fishnet stockings and asked, “Where does a sailor get laid around here?” Recalling Sara’s lecture on that subject, I informed him, “Being with a prostitute will get you four years in the slammer.” “That sucks. But how much do they charge?” “Jack, you’re on an important mission. Keep your dick in your pants.” I should talk. Jack looked unhappy, so I said, “I’m sure you can charm the pants off a señorita after a few drinks and dinner.” He smiled. “I need a wingman.” “I have a date.”
