Say That Again

It had promised to be a sensational divorce case, with the wife accused of
incredible escapades. Testifying before her own attorney, she projected an image
of sweet innocence, told a tale of wifely fidelity and sacrifice, and was quite
believable.


When it was time for cross-examination though, the husband's lawyer arose and
said, "Isn't it true that on the night of June 12, in a driving rainstorm, you
had sexual intercourse with a certain circus midget on the handle bars of a
careening motorcycle as it raced across a private golf course reaching speeds in
excess of seventy-five miles per hour?"


She turned pale but retained her remarkable self-control and composure.


Her voice was almost serene in its innocence as she asked, "What was that date
again ?"