Cheating

"Hi handsome! Do you want to come home with me?", she asked. "You look so sexy. We could have some fun and make love. Come on now! it will be so great". 

"She" was a gorgeous girl. Blond, sexy and at least 20 years younger than me. And she came up to me just like that, when I was walking in a street downtown. The unimaginable suddenly became imaginable.

"I'm sorry", I said. "I am married, and I love my wife very much, and I would never cheat on her. You are a very beautiful girl, though, and I'm sure you will have no problem finding somebody else, even somebody younger and more handsome. But thank you for asking, I do feel a bit flattered. I wish you a very pleasant day. Enjoy the lovely weather."

She then laughed and told me that everything was being recorded by a hidden camera. Someone was trying out how sexual harassment would work if applied by females on males, and not in the more common opposite direction. And it was going to be shown on television if I accepted. I accepted without hesitation.

I told Uncle Jack about it. "Wow", he said, "that's the perfect answer for a hidden camera. You were lucky. I'm glad I wasn't there. It could have been embarrassing. But it doesn't sound like you, what happened."

I had to admit that I had been having a coffee at a cafe opposite and had seen the crew at work.

"That's cheating", he said.