Last evening, two ladies came to our home to discuss some business with my wife, The good lady was delayed by customers in the restaurant so I did what I could to deal with matters in her absence. The three of us sat in the gazebo by the small pond. The delay continued so, contract papers drawn up, the two ladies left.
Eventually, Mrs. TT arrived and I spent a few minutes explaining to her what had been achieved.
This afternoon, alone at home, I walked around outdoors for some air. Passing the gazebo, I notice something black lying on the floor and went to see what it was. It was as black bra! Do you ever have moments of guilt when there is no cause for it? How could I explain to Mrs. TT that a bra had turned up in the garden?
I called my friend Bill and asked for advice. He offered to call my wife to tell her that if she found a black bra in the garden he had left it there for a joke a few days ago. I decide to tell the truth. By the time that Mrs. TT arrived home this evening, the bra was resting on the back of a chair on the verandah. I quickly showed it to her and told her where I had found it - where I spent a couple of hours with two attractive ladies. She frowned. I took her to the spot.
'Ah, she said, 'I slipped that off last evening while we were talking. It must have fallen onto the ground'.
The moral is:
Always tell the truth unless you have something to hide and watch your wife in case she removes her bra.
Eventually, Mrs. TT arrived and I spent a few minutes explaining to her what had been achieved.
This afternoon, alone at home, I walked around outdoors for some air. Passing the gazebo, I notice something black lying on the floor and went to see what it was. It was as black bra! Do you ever have moments of guilt when there is no cause for it? How could I explain to Mrs. TT that a bra had turned up in the garden?
I called my friend Bill and asked for advice. He offered to call my wife to tell her that if she found a black bra in the garden he had left it there for a joke a few days ago. I decide to tell the truth. By the time that Mrs. TT arrived home this evening, the bra was resting on the back of a chair on the verandah. I quickly showed it to her and told her where I had found it - where I spent a couple of hours with two attractive ladies. She frowned. I took her to the spot.
'Ah, she said, 'I slipped that off last evening while we were talking. It must have fallen onto the ground'.
The moral is:
Always tell the truth unless you have something to hide and watch your wife in case she removes her bra.
