BLISS
By Charles Deemer
They met in a bar. Love at first sight.
They danced and talked..
The bar closed. His place or hers?
At his place, they necked. Then he turned serious.
“I have a confession to make. I’m not a he. I’m a she.”
“Thank God,” she said. “I’m a he.”
Bliss!
INSIGHTS AFTER SEX
By Charles Deemer
She blew smoke and said, “You’re married.” He smiled. “I can always tell.”
“How’s that?”
“You’re nervous. Like your old lady may barge in.”
“Maybe there’s another reason.”
“Like what?”
“Maybe I’m undercover vice.”
“Just my luck.”
She passed him the cigarette. He took a slow drag.
“Yeah, I’m married.”
ONE-NIGHT STAND
By Charles Deemer
In the morning, he reached for her – and felt wrinkled sheets. So she was gone. Last night he was sure this one was different.
Making coffee, he became depressed. They always left.
Suddenly she walked in, carrying groceries.
“How does steak and eggs sound?” she asked. “I feel like celebrating.”
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