” “Well, sure,” said the patrolman, “But you can’t bait ‘em.”One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy...nightie. “Tie me up,” she purred, “and you can do anything you want.” So he tied her up and went golfing.A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!” The husband said, “Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain. A twist of fate perhaps, luck was on Erin’s side that night as she accidentally bumped into him on the dance floor. They danced together synchronised as the music continued to play dimly in the background now as all the sound washed away except for the sound of the two of them, breathing breathlessly. Eyes entranced and locked upon one another as they continued to dance, their bodies moving synonymously like two leaves linked together caught in a whirlwind. Dancing interlinked, intertwined yet. . at least, not guys any girl would be caught dead with. Of course, by then I had blown off Junior Prom. It wasn’t MY prom, after all -- I was a senior. Andrea sent out diplomatic feelers through her friends that she would accept my invitation. I was accosted by some of the Clique, imploring me to PLEASE let by-gones be by- gones and invite Andrea. I was having nothing to do with it. So, Andrea had to go to HER prom stag ... or doe, or whatever it is they call it when a girl goes dateless.”“Or,. What was my wife texting me about? "That's not my red one, Sir, thats my maroon one." I looked at the bag again, and then her. Red, maroon, whats the difference? "I'm wearing the red one now, Sir." and she looked at me with a smirk on her face. Standing in front of her, she looked really turned on and it was obvious I was getting a hard on. "Well I'll have to confiscate that one too," I said. I can't believe I said that, she could get me in a lot of trouble for this. "Ok!" she said, playing.