“It’s freezing in here,” Deirdre complained. “No way I’m taking off my clothes and hopping into bed with you. Don’t you have a heater for this room?”
“I’ll turn up the heat on the furnace,” Sammy said. “It will warm up the room in a few minutes. So why don’t you get in bed and make yourself comfortable, if you know what I mean.”
Deirdre smiled, did a little sensuous striptease, and slipped under the covers. Sammy left to turn the furnace up and when he came back into the room, he peeled off his close and joined Deirdre under the covers. He began caressing her body when he heard her scream. “Jesus Christ! You just scratched the hell outta my tit with that goddam fingernail of yours. You need to clip that thing.”
“You know I can’t do that, babe,” Sammy said. That’s my guitar plucking finger. I need to keep that fingernail long.”
“Can’t you use a pick instead of having that freakishly long nail?”
“No, I can’t,” Sammy responded. “You need to stop being such a snowflake.”
“And you need to stop being such a control freak,” Deirdre said as she got out of bed, got dressed, and left Sammy’s apartment.