A handsome young man and muscular with it, was stretched out on a lonely beach, soaking up the sun and the beauties of nature. He heard a slight noise, and looked up to see an ancient crone with an ugly wrinkled face and stringy grey hair dressed in a black coat and a pointed hat. "Hi honey, I'm a witch." she croaked, "and I'll grant you three wishes for a slight consideration." "Alright." replied the Adonis, "I want a new sports car, money and a beautiful young sexpot of a mistress. Can you give me all these?" "Nothing to it." she said, cackling, "Sharakazam!! You now have the most fabulous sports car available parked in your garage. You have a personal bank account of fifty thousand pounds. Waiting for you at your apartment is the world's most beautiful girl who will be your mistress." The young man was stunned to speechlessness for several minutes, but finally he asked: "What is the consideration I owe you?" "You must spend the night making love to me." said the old hag. The thought of making love to the old crone repulsed him, but it was certainly worth it he thought, bearing in mind the other side of the bargain. And so together they returned to a nearby hotel, and in the morning the most distasteful ordeal over, he was dressing to leave when the hag in bed cackled; "Say sonny, how old are you?" "I'm twenty-two, why?" "Ain't you a little old to believe in witches????" |