I had Thanksgiving Dinner with a whore.

I didn't know it at the time. My husband's boss invited us over to dine with him, his girlfriend, and a few other co-workers that had no family to be with or no way to be with family. It was a lovely time, really. Turns out that she was a call girl. How do I know? Because they got all Magnum on her and set her up. We're talking rented hotel room, new cell phones with unfamilar numbers, faxed reports from cheap motels, the works. My husband invited her over for dinner, and then whatever happened later... She showed up and got a faceful of angry boyfriend. He even pulled off a line on her - "You're good - but I'm fucking better." While I am sad for the state of his now-ended relationship, that's just so damn awesome. I wish I had been there to see it.