Widowed Frances, recovering from the death of husband Dave, dull in bed and in life, found passion with flashy Fred. One night, as their lovemaking burst into flame, he sighed: “Sally!”
Fred explained “I was with Sally for years. Mere habit, babe. You’re the only one.”
Besotted Frances, accepted frenetic Fred’s, explanation. But weeks later, at the wrong moment Fred blurted, “Wow, Sandy!” Fred promised: “Mere flirtation. Never again. Honey, you’re the only one.”
Months later, twice forgiven Fred slipped again: “Ohhh, Amanda!”
“Amanda? Who?
“Don’t know, sweetheart. You’re—”
“Only one. You’re at three. We can’t be two. Goodbye.”
Fred explained “I was with Sally for years. Mere habit, babe. You’re the only one.”
Besotted Frances, accepted frenetic Fred’s, explanation. But weeks later, at the wrong moment Fred blurted, “Wow, Sandy!” Fred promised: “Mere flirtation. Never again. Honey, you’re the only one.”
Months later, twice forgiven Fred slipped again: “Ohhh, Amanda!”
“Amanda? Who?
“Don’t know, sweetheart. You’re—”
“Only one. You’re at three. We can’t be two. Goodbye.”
