While I was strolling through the mall yesterday a mid-teens Valley Girl type rushed up to me and without introduction or invitation asked, "Are you really naked under that thing?"

One thing I have in common with Oscar Wilde is that I can resist anything but temptation. That was entirely too good an opening to let pass. I gave her my blandest, most paternal smile and replied, "Aren't you naked under your clothes?

She gasped, blushed, and vanished without another word.

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