I am at some frat style party and one of the much younger guys is flirting with me as shots of vodka are being passed around.  Just as another round is being poured and I pass a double shot to the cute guy, I explain that I have to go because I have some work I have to do.  The host insists I should stay, obviously hoping the guy will get lucky.  I insist that I can't afford to stay.  The host offers to pay me $20/hour to work for him.  The cute guy says he has to go because he has to write a paper. I ask him what the paper is one and he says Freud.  "Oh, I could totally do that for you.  You just need to give me the content, the specific points you want to make, and I can create an essay from that."  The host says, "See?  And I'll pay for her to stay."

The deal/decision made, I head out to tell my friends why I won't be able to meet up with them. Because I don't have a job, the money is irresistible, although, admittedly, so is the very cute, much younger man.  Then I realize that I'm not wearing a nice pair of underwear and must buy a new pair if I'm going to have sex, and I am almost certain I'll have sex.  I go to a store to buy some underwear with one of the other guys from the party.  He chooses two pair of me--a burgundy pair and a teal one with grey lace but no bra.  I point this out to him and he assures me that I don'e need one, not as an insult but as an expeditious choice.