“Hey Lori, do you think my mustache makes me look exotic?”

“Exotic? In what way?”

“You know, like mysterious and sexy. Maybe like an Egyptian.”

“Oh Trey. You think Egyptians are exotic?”

“If they have mustaches.”

“Well, about all I know about Egypt is that song. ‘Walk Like an Egyptian.’”

“Oh yeah. I remember that, kind of. By the Bengels.”

“Bangles. Probably wouldn’t get any airtime today. What do they call it? Appropriation?”

“Whatever. I liked the song. Can’t you picture us in Egypt? Strolling along the Nile. Visiting the Sphinx. Or those, what do you call them, minarets. Camels everywhere. We could ride on some camels. You could do a belly dance.”

“I don’t think belly dances are Egyptian. I’m not sure about camels, either. I’ve heard they’re smelly. More like cows and cats everywhere.

“And isn’t there a lot of sand blowing all over the place? Even inside the buildings. Jeepers, Trey. Makes my pussy cringe just to think of it.”

“I’d protect your pussy.”

“You would?”

“Of course. Being the mysterious sexy mustachioed guy that I am.”

“You are. You are, my sexy mysterious mustache man. Yeah! Protect my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me like an Egyptian.”