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Joan, who
was rather well-proportioned, spent
almost all of her vacation sunbathing on
the roof of her hotel.
She wore a bathing suit the first day,
but on the second, she decided that no
one could see her way up there, and she
slipped out of it for an overall tan.
She'd hardly begun when she heard
someone running up the stairs. She was
lying on her stomach, so she just pulled
a towel over her rear.
"Excuse me, miss," said the flustered
assistant manager of the hotel, out of
breath from running up the stairs. "The
Hilton doesn't mind your sunbathing on
the roof, but we would very much
appreciate your wearing a bathing suit
as you did yesterday."
"What difference does it make?" Joan
asked rather calmly. "No one can see me
up here, and besides, I'm covered with a
towel."
"Not exactly," said the embarrassed man.
"You're lying on the dining room
skylight."
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