"Are you okay?" she asks, coming closer and smiling at you with concern. "You've got that pained look on your face again, poor boy! I'm beginning to worry about you!"
"It's okay," you say, trying to look in her eyes and keep your eyes from wandering to her tits...
"Is there anything you want me to bring for the party tonight?"
"Just a second, let me call my wife," you say, reaching for you cell phone.