A while back, when I was considerably  younger, I picked up a  lovely
date at her parents' home.

 I worked part time while I was in school and I'd scraped together  some
money to take her to a fancy restaurant.

 She ordered the most expensive items on the menu - shrimp cocktail, lobster, champagne.

 I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?"

 "No," she replied. "But my mother's not expecting a blow  job and a piece
of ass tonight."

 I said ---- "Would you care for dessert?"