If you're there to get laid, and end up getting paid...

I can't remember if the two guys I sucked off in the A Train were twin brothers or not (I think they were.) Stephen was the 5th time I had intercourse that day. I was also fighting a cold, so I didn't feel my performances were up to par, but he certainly did.

As I was busy paper-toweling myself off, he stopped me and took my hand, so that I could join him in bed for another minute. I didn't want to seem cold, so I went over, but only placed one butt cheek on the mattress and made sure to keep both feet planted on the ground. Something I remember Joanie Cunningham teaching me: If your feet don't leave the ground, you did not sin. Or was that Mackenzie Phillips? I don't remember.

Anyhow, he told me that he was an off-duty priest, and that I was so good in bed, he saw the face of God when he ejaculated. Then he offered me $130.oo. And I accepted it. Why $130? Does all this mean I'd make a good Priest?