Geno, Continued...

A lonely wife brought Geno, who she had just met at a bar, home to her bedroom one evening when she thought her husband was out of town. They immediately tore each other’s clothes off and started going at it. She sat up quickly in bed as she heard key in the lock.

"Quick!" she said to Geno, "it’s my husband! You’ve got to get out of here!"

"Where’s the back door?" Geno asked as he grabbed his clothes.

"There isn’t one," she replied.

"Where would you like one?" he asked.