It had been an exhausting night at the brothel.

“How was work?” my husband asked. 

“Three rich guys came in. They’d made a long journey and wanted some fun before heading home. Anyway, they insisted on taking me together!”

“Not…one in each hole?”

“Yes!” 

“Wow, you must be sore! I’ll run you a bath.”

Sitting in the bath, he asked,

“So…was it fun?”

“Mmm…One of them smelled of myrrh. One had a big cock. One wanted me to call him, ‘Your Majesty’.”

“Weird guys.”

“Yeah.” 

Under the soapy water, with my right hand, I gave MY king a precious gift.