The young man rolled over, took a cigarette out of his jeans, and looked for his lighter after a long night of making love.
He asked the girl if she had one nearby since he couldn’t find it.
“There might be some matches in the top drawer,” she said.
He opened the drawer of the bedside table and saw a box of matches laying neatly on top of a framed picture of another man.
The man, of course, started to worry.
“This is your husband?” he asked uneasily.
Clutching him, she said, “No, silly.”
“So, your boyfriend?” he inquired.
She nibbled at his ear and whispered, “No, not at all.”
The confused man demanded, “So, who is he?”
“That’s me before the operation,” the girl said calmly.