hey honey, guess who got traded to flint?
monix. the word monix stops her in her tracks.
yeah! he's already got an nba ring, but he's still playing.  in flint. can you believe it?
they say he asked to be traded. who the hell leaves california to come here? i love this guy.
--yo, monix, you're wasted! ha! kyle has come out to say hi.
what's up! that of jump shot of yours ain't broke yet, is it?
great back door cut for the lay-up in the third. that's how basketball should be played.
no problem. great game tonight man.
what's up monix!? kyle pokes his head out of the screen door. he wears a flint jersey with monix on the back.
check out the jersey, man. i'm you.
yeah?
no problem, i'll leave right now. monix and lynn meet eyes. lynn tries not to smile, trying to be mad. kyle pulls on some jeans and gets into his truck.
what's up. i forgot my stupid walle- -kyle stops in his tracks. he hears a sound he's never truly heard before, lynn having an orgasm. he slowly walks toward the bedroom. kyle's pov: peeking around the corner, we spy monix and lynn still going at it. on kyle: his whole body goes numb, his face turns red.  we hold on his face until:
monix?
stop what?
monix, you of dog!
hey, i'm the victim here. i'm allowed to do as i please. this was an honor.
oh, c'mon man. don't be like that. it's all cool.
okay.