There was this artist who worked from a studio in his home.
He
specialized in nudes and had been working on what he thought
would
be a masterpiece for several months now.
As usual, his model reported and, after exchanging the
usual
greetings and small talk, she began to undress for the day's
work.
The artist told her not to bother, as he felt pretty bad with
a
cold he had been fighting. He told her that he would pay her
for
the day, but that she could just go home; he just wanted some
hot
tea and then off to bed.
The model said "Oh, please, let me fix it for you. It's the
least
I can do." He agreed and told her to fix herself a cup
too.
They were sitting in the living room just exchanging small
talk
and enjoying their tea when he heard the front door open and
close,
then some familiar footsteps.
"Oh my God!" he whispered loudly, "It's my wife, Quick! Take
all
your clothes off."
