Jack was a single mom and worked all her life. She was a salesman. Jack would dress up, put those high heels on, and stand on six-inch heels all day long. She could twist her butt as she walked in her pencil skirt and make a sale to men or women. Jack was likable, funny, and wild, very wild.
Even into her late seventies, Jack worked. Her son owned several furniture stores, and Jack was a top sales lady. One night three elderly ladies came into the store, and she promptly waited on them.
The leader of the trio spoke up, but she had a lisping problem as she said, “Yes, I am looking for sectional furniture.” The problem was that it came out, “I am looking for sexual furniture.” Jack, dressed to the nines, did not bat an eye. She quickly said, “Oh, honey, I can assure you that we do not carry any sexual furniture, but we have some nice occasional pieces right over here.”
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