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upper lip that was like a ray of illumination to me. Taking her by the hand, I led her up the stairs, into my bedroom. Not a word from her, not the slightest re- sistence. This was truly a day of remarkable events!!! Locking the door with the key, I turned to her and, at the look in my eyes, she held up her hand as though to ward off something.

"Orville"!

I was determined to be stern and, seizing her hand, pulled her to me An hour later, I put the finishing touches to my make-up, gave my skirt a tug and patted a few stray curls back into place. I locked the door. Glancing at the bed, I saw Connie gazing up at the ceiling, languidly, a strange smile on her face.

I went downstairs, picked up a feather duster and began to dust the woodwork, humming a little tune. In a short time Donstance was down and watched me for a while. Finally, she snatched the duster from my hands and threw it on the floor.

"No more of that for you! You're fired from your job as a maid. Tomorrow you go to work with me. You're my new secretary. My private secretary. I want you where I can keep an eye on you all of the time. After what just happened, I'm taking no chances of losing you to anyone, MAN OR WOMAN! Oh, darling, how much time we've wasted"!

Our lips united in a bruising kiss that smeared our lip- sticks######

THE END

The Census Bureau reports that for every man who lives to be 85, there are 7 women. But by that time its too late.

(Even for TVs ?)