James walked into the same pharmacy he's been walking into for 23 years, bought the same pack of smokes, $20.63 worth of cotton and milk, newspaper pack, smokes and Hustler magazine. And he's gonna stuff away underneath the seat just so Susan has to find out. He drives home every day, Thursday night, grabs an ice cream. Doesn't tell her about that either. Getting to her thighs. It just goes on, dude, for, like, four pages