Pouring out his troubles to his best friend over a couple of triple martinis,
Brad had to confess that things weren't going too well at home. "My wife and
I just don't hit it off at night," he was saying to Bart. "I hate to admit
it, but I'm afraid I just don't know how to make her happy."
"Hell, boy," said Bart, "there's really nothing to it. Let me
give you some advice. At bedtime, switch on a new Sinatra platter, turn
all the lights low and spray some perfume around the room. Next, tell
your wife to get into her sheerest nightie; then make sure you raise the
"Then what do I do?" asked Brad.
"That's right. I'll be waiting outside the window. When I hear
you whistle, I'll come right up and finish the job."