It had been an exhausting night at the brothel.
“How was work?” my husband asked.
“Three rich guys came in. They’d made a long journey and wanted some fun before heading home. Anyway, they insisted on taking me together!”
“Not…one in each hole?”
“Yes!”
“Wow, you must be sore! I’ll run you a bath.”
Sitting in the bath, he asked,
“So…was it fun?”
“Mmm…One of them smelled of myrrh. One had a big cock. One wanted me to call him, ‘Your Majesty’.”
“Weird guys.”
“Yeah.”
Under the soapy water, with my right hand, I gave MY king a precious gift.
