Nothing To Hide (Higher Quality)

Jack, come on.

Jack, he's coming.

You must be the new gardener. Looks pretty good. Here's a buck. See you next week.

Honey! Honey, I'm home!

Oh, excuse me.

What?

What? What?

He's coming, Jack. He's coming.

Oh, shit.

Oh, God.

Honey, I'm home.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Come on, Jack. Come on.

Honey, I'm home.

Oh.

Give me your tits.

Give me your tits.

Give me your tits.

Yes.

Come on. Come on.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Hey, here's my clothes.

By the way, what's your name?

Elizabeth.

Get the fuck out of here!

Hey, you drive, please.

My boy.

We better get something to eat, huh?

It's all a game with women. They just love playing games.

It doesn't matter what kind of a game it is, they just love playing.

Is that good? - Yeah.

Here, wipe your mouth.

There. That's better.

Where was I? - Women. You said it's all a game with women.

Right. You know, if I could find a woman who didn't play games,

who was honest, who was right, if I could find that kind of woman,

I'd give all this up tomorrow and go live on a farm somewhere.

I mean, who needs the aggravation, you know what I'm saying?

Give all what up, Jack? - All this, I mean...

You know what I mean.

Would you take me with you? - Where?

On the farm. - Sure.

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