The bedroom scene started playfully enough. With a sultry voice, the wife asked her husband if he’d ever seen a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. As he shook his head no, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and produced the wrinkled cash from her cleavage. His eyes lit up with amusement.
The game escalated when she asked about a fifty-dollar bill, this time hiking up her skirt to retrieve the note. His breathing quickened, anticipating where this might be leading. Then came the killer question: “Have you ever seen $50,000 all crumpled up?” His imagination ran wild until she deadpanned: “Go look in the garage!” The romantic mood evaporated faster than money in a casino.
