Eve was a hat-check girl and Adam was a zoologist.
One night, Adam had a thirst. He stopped at a club. There he met Eve. She smiled and took his coat. Later she swiped from his coat pocket a pair of snakeskin gloves.
On the dance floor a faulty disco ball nearly landed on Adam’s head. Time to go home.
That’s when he realized he’d been robbed; it had to be Eve.
“Why did you rob me?” asked Adam, gazing askance at Eve’s generous cleavage and then into her prismatic eyes.
“Sweet Jesus!” exclaimed Adam.
“I’m off at midnight.”