"Kimmy... keep your voice down, love. You'll alert the usher..."

"But Jackie, it feels sticky and hot down here. Let me try to help."

"Th-That's-- oh! Agn, y-you shouldn't touch that..."

"Jacqueline, you're flushed. I'll make you feel better."

"Hah-- oh my; 'll, ngn, K-Kim...!"

In reality, Jacqueline just got gum on the bottom of her trench coat and her loving wife, Kim, was trying to get it off as gently as possible without startling her germaphobe spouse. But the group of college students sitting beside them, who were too mortified to even look in their direction, thought otherwise.

After an evening of intense lovemaking in their shared studio apartment on their one and only twin sized mattress, Lisa and Dawn walk up to the counter of their neighborhood movie theater. They've stuffed themselves into one giant overcoat, presumably made for a four hundred pound man. The ticket seller looks up from his paperback, blank face. Dawn says, "One ticket to the last show," and places a twenty on the counter.

The guy, puts his paperback face down on the counter, takes the twenty, pushes back one ticket and change, says, "Theater two on your right," and goes back to reading.