She opened the door to see her neighbor, Pinocchio.
“I’m a real boy!”
“Oh really? Come in.”
“I’m a real boy!”
She pulled off his shirt and saw his smooth wooden front.
“Lay down,” and she pulled off his pants.
Like a Ken doll… there was nothing there.
“Are you a real boy, Pinocchio?”
“Yes!”
She grinned as his nose grew. She pulled off her dress and got down on her knees.
“Are you a real boy?”
“Yes.”
His nose grew larger.
She straddled his face. “Are you a real boy?”
“YES!”
“Oh, my God. Lie to me. Lie, MORE!”
