"Oh really," I said with a grin. "Because it looked like Nick here was doing his impression of a cowboy and you were in the role of the bucking bronco."
Nick put his face in his hands as Morty was clearly searching his mind frantically for some plausible explanation. They were queer. That was the only plausible explanation.
"Look, Morty," I said, "I don't care what kind of depravity you get up to. It's none of my business. We all have secrets. I just want my money."
Mort grabbed his robe from the bedside table and quickly slipped it on...