The Statuesque Lover
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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Wed, 20 Nov 96 15:13:52 -0800
Subject: The Statuesque Lover
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A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the
front door. "Hurry!" she said, "stand in the corner." She quickly rubbed
baby oil all over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't
move until I tell you to," she whispered. "Just pretend you're a statue."
"What's this, honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.
"Oh, its just a statue," she replied nonchalantly. "The Smiths bought
one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for ours, too."
No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they
went to sleep. Around two in the morning the husband got out of bed, went
to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a sandwich and a beer.
"Here," he said to the statue, "eat something. I stood like an idiot at the
Smiths for three days and nobody offered me so as much as a glass of water!"
© 1996 Peter Langston