Bill Clinton started jogging near his new home in Chappaqua. But on each run, he had to jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner, day after day. With some apprehension he would brace himself as he approached her for what was most certainly to follow. "Fifty dollars!" she would shout from the curb. "No, Five dollars!" he would jokingly fire back. This ritual between Bill and the hooker continued for days. He'd run by and she'd yell, "Fifty dollars!" And he'd yell back, "Five dollars!" One day however, Hillary decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his daily jog. As the jogging couple neared the problematic street corner, Bill realized the "pro" would bark her $50 offer and Hillary would wonder what he'd really been doing on all his past outings. He realized he should better have a darn good explanation for the junior Senator. As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Bill became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure enough, there was that hooker again. Bill tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes as she watched the pair jog past her. Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled: "See what you get for five bucks...?"