Pete was the playboy of the office. He kept the cubicle set bug-eyed
with juicy tales of his conquests. One afternoon a bachelor in the
office cornered him and asked, "Pete, how the hell do you do it? You're a
married man, but you make Casanova look like a two-bit amateur. Come
on, buddy, what's your secret?"
Pete was in a conversational mood. "I wouldn't do this for
everybody, Eddie," he said, "but you're a friend, so I'll tell you my
secret. Like all great plans, it's really very simple. It's all in the
approach! Tonight, take the 5:21 out of Penn Station and get off at
Great Neck. You'll find dozens of women there waiting for their
husbands. Now there are always some husbands who have to work late. So
all you have to do is be charming and let nature take its course."
The system was indeed simple, and also seemed foolproof. Eddie
boarded the 5:21 that night with Pete's instructions fixed firmly in his
mind. But he dozed en route and didn't waken till Plandome, two stops
after Great Neck. He got off the train in a hurry and was about to catch
a cab back to his destination when he noticed an unescorted female
standing on the platform looking very available.
He sauntered over casually, lit her cigarette, and asked whether
she'd like to have a nice quiet drink with him. "I'd love to," she said,
"but let's go to my place. It's near here and it's very, very quiet."
Everything went as planned. They had a small dinner at her place,
some drinks, then they retired to the pleasures of the bedroom. They'd
been enjoying themselves only a few minutes, however, when the door
swung open and the woman's husband entered.
"Dammit, Betty!" he cried. "What the hell's going on here? So this
is what you do when my back is turned... And as for you, I thought I
told you to get off at Great Neck!"
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