Domestic Prostitution

Early in my college career I learned about something called Domestic Prostitution. It is supporting moochers. Specifically of the male variety. In my younger years I participated in the aforementioned practice. I would bake then sweetly deliver baked goods to boys doors. Since returning from my mission (and especially after giving up sugar and flour) I determined that I would not cook for boys. I shared my feelings with my roommates and taught them the term. The exception to the rule is when there is an exchange of services... say you help me make bread dough, I deliver some of the finished product. If you make me dinner, I'll bring dessert. Or tonight's example if you take me to the anatomy lab and teach me terms, I will give you a piece of honey sweetened whole wheat crusted pumpkin pie. My roommate had the gall to tell me that I was participating in the practice of domestic prostitution. Unbelievable! She banned me from using those words (who is she to tell me what I can and can't say?) and she won't let it go 'I can't believe you gave him a piece of pie...' and it goes on and on and on. Seriously? Mind your own business wench. (I'm working on charity tomorrow)