Fatal Instinct

You're the first one
that's lasted this long.

I feel honored.
Don't. It's broken.
Give me a glass of water.
Here you go.
So, you bring those papers?
No. I thought you might
come over to my place.

-Sure. I'll drive you.
-I brought my own car.

-I'll follow you, then.
-This might sound silly...

but would you leave first,
wait in the car?

I come here a lot...
and I wouldn't want those men
to think I'm easy...

a slut who will jump into bed
at the drop of a hat.

But if you leave first--
They'll think I'm a putz
for passing up a sure thing.

Funny thing about women--
they'll do anything
to keep up appearances.

Take Lola Cain.
She'd rather look like a hard
case with bloody knuckles...

than a soft touch
with a soiled reputation.

Still, I had to admit...
there was something about her
that made me sweat bullets.

No matter what I did...
I couldn't cool down.

She was living
pretty upscale and cushy...

for a dame with no visible
means of support...

but with a body like hers,
no support was necessary.