Absolute Accuracy
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Loading ...Mr. Smith, in the course of an out of town trip, had met a most accommodating young lady and had spent a satisfactory night with her in the motel at which he was registered.
At least, it was most satisfactory until about 3 A.M., when the young lady began to weep in heartbroken fashion.
Mr. Smith, worried lest the noise of weeping attract unwanted attention, and untterly uncertain as to what might follow, said nervously, “What’s wrong, miss?”
The young lady said between sobs, “I teach school back home. I have a third grade class, and I was just thinking what my dear little pupils would say if they knew I had made love twice in a motel room with an utter stranger.”
Mr. Smith, deeply embarrassed, said, “I’m sorry, miss, to have made you feel so bad, but frankly, if we want to be absolutely accurate about this, we only made love once.”
The young lady’s sobs stopped instantly. She said sharply, “You mean you’re not planning to do it again?”
