Judge Not (Perfect Squelch, Part Deux)

I had a date with this little Jewish fellow, the kind who wear the hats and sideburns and dress funny and sometimes behave queerly, but I try not to pass judgment on people, after all, we weren't getting married or anything like that, and so we had a date and like always, at least whenever someone allows me to be, I was very nice to the man and made him welcome in my home and apartment; I did not rush him, and I was very kind and gentle, as I was to all my customers, as long as they were kind to me. He on the other hand, was neither friendly or unfriendly, he just sort of "took his sex" like some people "take their vitamins," that is, nothing terrible mind you, but neither did he look like he had much fun in the process either. To be frank, I found him a rather non-descript and emotionally detached/deprived person, but apparently, I did the job to his obvious satisfaction, because he finished quickly and in good humor. Afterwards as we were getting dressed, he seemed curious about me, who I was, where I went to school, what I thought about this and that, but I did notice that as we spoke, he looked more and more amazed to find me intelligent enough to converse with, in fact, I have run into this attitude many times, people are shocked to learn that I am not completely without wit even though I was a hooker ("It walks; it talks") but instead of being pleasantly surprised, he appeared to be getting more and more exasperated by the second, in fact, eventually, it all got to be too much for him, that I was acting so cordially and un affected by (to his way of thinking) our sordid circumstances, and so, finally, he could no longer contain himself and blurted out loudly - "BUT - BUT - BUT DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW LOW YOU ARE?" "Oh boy, here we go again," I thought, "another smug little jerk off to play with." (I love smug jerk offs, especially when I've got them on my own terms, that is, with their pants down). Now, as I mentioned, I do not think that being a hooker is the worst thing that can happen to a person, nor do I think I'm low, but in order to one up this little bastard, I had to beat him at his own game. So you can imagine that I was very pleased when I managed to come up with what I felt was an appropriate retort, that is, "the perfect squelch." I turned to him with the sweetest little choir girl look on my fact that I could muster, and while batting my eyelashes demurely told him "AND JUST THINK. AS LOW AS I AM - YOU HAVE TO PAY ME TO SPEND MY TIME IN YOUR COMPANY." By the way, he came back to see me often, and it wasn't till I retired and moved away that we lost touch.