"If you think she's trying to use sex appeal to sugarcoat a bunch of lies," I'd told Bertha  Cool, "then you can go to work."

"I'll slap her to sleep," Bertha had said.

Pauline began to give me double-talk and let her housecoat slip open. Finally she dimpled at me and said, "Donald, I'm sorry I put on the act I did but, well, you're a man and I like men."