The Widow MacDonald waited up for her farm hand who had gone to town Saturday night. When he returned, she summoned him to her bedroom. "Take off my shoes, please," she commanded. He obeyed.
"Now take off my dress." He did.
"Now take off my slip... and my stockings... and my garter belt." He did as he was told without comment. "Now take off my bra," she snapped, "and don't you ever let me catch you borrowing my clothes again without asking.”
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