The Confessional

[teapeebubbles]

Jill was a knockout but alas, she also was virtually
brainless.

Fortunately, this was no drawback as far as John's plans
for the evening were concerned. He was delighted when
she agreed to come up to his apartment for a nightcap.

As he prepared the drinks, full of anticipation, Jill
explored the apartment, stopping now and then to
examine a painting or a book title, she didn't quite
understand. At last she stopped dead in front of his
fireplace.

"What on earth is that?" Jill asked pointing to a carved
wooden object lying on the mantel.

"Oh, that. It's African," John replied. "They use them
in their fertility rites. It's a phallic symbol."

"Oh, I see." stated Jill demurely. "I'd hate to tell
you what it looks like!"