Sheila and George were spending the first night of their
honeymoon in a quaint medieval town in France. To add
piquancy to the evening, Sheila suggested coyly that
they make love every time the old night watchman rang
his hourly bell.

George smiled in delight at this prospect, but four
rings later he pretended that he had to go out to get
some cigarettes and staggered off to the watchman's tower.
"Listen, old man," he wheezed to that worthy, "do me a
favor, will you? For the rest of the night, ring that
bell of yours at two-hour intervals instead of hourly!"
"Ah," replied the ancient watchman, fingering his
mustache, "I would be happy to oblige, monsieur, but I
cannot do this."

"Why not?" George demanded. "I'll give you money, if
that's what's troubling you!"
"Not at all," the old man responded. "You see, a
beautiful young lady has already bribed me to ring the
bell every half hour."

 

 

better enjoy it while he can