They walked into the hotel room, 5th floor, view of the city. Eagerly, he began to strip: belt, shoes, shirt, pants.
As he turned, she was already in the leather suit, tight taut against all the curvaceous augmentations. "Payment up front, Mr ... Smith" she purred.
He slapped the bills on the table. He said, "OK, now, give it to me."
"Say it," she said. "You have to say it, you nasty boy!"
"I wanna be defenestrated. DEFENESTRATE ME!"
So she did.
On his way down, it suddenly crossed his mind that he really didn't know what that word meant.
Now he does.