Having been out of town for a few days, Margot came home late one night and quietly opened the door to her bedroom so as not to awaken her husband.
In the dim light, she noticed the distinct outline of two bodies in the bed instead of just one.
She reached behind the dresser and pulled out a baseball bat. With a blind fury she began beating the bed as hard as she could. Once the two bodies had stopped moaning and writhing, she dropped the bat on the floor and went to the kitchen to have a drink.
As she staggered into the kitchen, she was shocked to see her husband sitting there, reading a magazine.
“Oh hi, Darling,” he said, “Your parents house is being fumigated, so l invited them stay here and sleep in our room.”
