Alfred and his wife, Barbara, are having dinner at a fine restaurant when
this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives
Alfred a big open-mouthed kiss, then says she'll see him later and walks
Barbara glares at Alfred and says, "Who was that?"
"Oh," replies Alfred, "she's my mistress, Jessica!"
"Well, that's the last straw," says Barbara. "I've had enough, I want a
"I can understand that," replies Alfred, "but remember, if we get a divorce
it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados,
no more summers in Tuscany, no more BMW in the garage, no more yacht club,
no fine jewelry, or fancy cruises. But the decision is yours."
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous young
blonde babe on his arm.
"Who's that woman with Jim?" asks Barbara.
"That's his mistress," says Alfred.
"Ours is prettier," Barbara replies