“What about your lovely wife and children?”

“They’re three thousand miles away,” he yawns, “and you’re right here. Don’t tell me you don’t like it. You can laugh. It doesn’t bother me. Go on, laugh like a witch. It arouses me. Can you tell me now you don’t like how I screw around in you?”

“That’s O.K. But why do you have to have such a pot belly? What do you have in there—quintuplets?”

“I’ll tell you why. When God made me a genius he said, ‘Johann Tobler, I have made you a genius and I am giving you a big pot belly so you shouldn’t be vain.’ There you have the answer.”

“How sweet. Is that what you tell every woman?”

“What do you think? You would like me to invent something special for you?”