Marjorie really enjoyed sunbathing at the luxury hotel where she was staying, as it had a roof terrace.
She enjoyed it so much, in fact, that she spent most of the week up there. Not only could she sunbath in peace, because there was nobody else up there, but it gave her a chance to either catch up on the book that she was reading, or to take a nap.
On the first day, she wore a bathing suit to sunbath in, but on the second day, she decided that as the hotel was the tallest building in the area, and nobody could see her up there, that she would try and get an overall tan.
And so, Marjorie, who was rather well endowed shall we say, slipped out of her bathing suit to try and work on that overall tan.
She had hardly begun to sunbathe when she heard someone running up the stairs to the roof of the hotel.
She was lying on her stomach at the time, and so she just pulled a towel over her rear to cover her modesty.
“Excuse me, miss,” said the flustered assistant manager of the hotel, who was quite obviously out of breath from running up the stairs to the roof. “The Hilton doesn’t mind your sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much appreciate your wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday.”
“What difference does it make?” Marjorie asked rather calmly. “No one can see me up here, and besides, I’m covered with a towel.”
“Not exactly,” said the assistant manager, clearly embarrassed. “You are lying on the dining room skylight.”
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