A married man was visiting his girlfriend when she said,
“Oh James, I love your beard—but I’d really like to see your handsome face.”
James laughed. “I can’t. My wife loves this beard. She’d kill me.”
She begged again, sweetly.
“Please?”
“I really shouldn’t,” he insisted. “My wife loves it.”
After a few more pleas, James finally gave in and shaved.
That night, he slipped into bed beside his sleeping wife.
She stirred, touched his smooth face, and whispered,
“Oh Michael… you shouldn’t be here. My husband will be home soon.”
