A Short Love Story

by ratty

A man and a woman who had never met before, but who were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping car on an overnight train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in the lower.

At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying . . .

“Madam, I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket ? I’m awfully  cold.”

“I have a better idea,” she replied “just for tonight, let’s pretend that we’re married.”

“Wow ! That’s a great idea !” he exclaimed.

“Good,” she replied “get your own fucking blanket.”

After a moment of silence, he farted.

The  End

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4 Comments to “A Short Love Story”

  1. Jane ‘shagger’ Austen – eat your heart out.

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  2. As our dear Duncs’ Facebook status recently changed (in the last few hours) to “IN A RELATIONSHIP” (as of yesterday) – I would like to enquire :
    a) How long will it take for him to be told to get his own fucking blanket

    b) and c) questions to follow …..

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