"Oh, Jeez," Flora said, rolling her eyes. "Any excuse to look at my tits, right?"
He shook his head and almost shouted, "It's a woman doctor who wrote it! It can't be sexist if a woman wrote it!"
"That's so full of shit," Flora said, and then noticed DJ Jazzy Pooh Bear staring google-eyed at her chest. She folded her arms across her breasts and scowled at him. "Cut that out, or I'll kick your ass."
"Hey, the man says it's good for my heart, I'm gonna stare until my eyes fall out."
"You're both pigs," I said. "I'm sure Flora would appreciate not having to pry your eyes out of her cleavage from now on."
"Thank you," she said.
"It isn't a free peep show," I scolded Pooh and 38, before pulling out my wallet and shuffling through the bills contained within. "Now, Flora, how much for ten minutes of ogling? Heart disease runs rampant in my family, so I want to nip it in the bud before it takes hold. Ten bucks be enough?"
"You're all pigs," she said. "All of you. Cheap pigs at that. Make it twenty and you've got a deal."
I whistled. "Pricey. I think a health club might be cheaper in the long run."
She shrugged. "Take it or leave it. My tits are golden, baby."
I fished out a bill and handed it to her. "For these prices, they ought to be platinum."
She took the money from me. "Student loan freedom, here I come!"