Lisa was tall & unattractive. She had dull-pink goodies on her storeys one & two. During private times she bounced like a volley ball. Linda was dwarfish, sinister & bald. Her stringy hair was matted. Soon she would know death. The sisters hungered for a man's brutal love as neither chick had known of such a thing & were desperate to be plumbed as the term is often understood to mean.
   One day a man showed up. He knocked & Linda, the sister of Lisa, answered. “Yes? Do you want something?” The man didn't want anything from her. “Well?” She asked. But still the man said nothing. “Speak up!” Linda demanded. The man stood silently, a muted testimony to the hard-driven life that he had lived since boyhood. Linda slammed the door. The man knocked again.
   “What's going on?” A naked Lisa asked, fresh from the attic.
   “There's a man knocking on the door.”
   “Well,” Lisa said, still naked, “I'll see what this is all about.” Lisa flung open the door to find that the man was naked. “What's all this?” She demanded of the strange man who remained silent.
   “Let me get to the bottom of this!” Linda said, who was now naked, as she brusquely pushed her naked sister aside. “Listen here buddy,” Linda informed, “state your business or get lost!”
   “You tell him!” Lisa chimed in.
   The naked man grinned and then smiled. Lisa & Linda did likewise. The dew was drying on the grass and it wasn't half as dewy as it had been 20 minutes before.
   “We'd better do something about this before everybody knows,” Lisa opined.
   “What?” Linda asked. With that the mysterious naked man walked away.
   “That's strange,” Lisa observed. “We may never know the meaning of his visit.”
   Linda sobbed, “Some day he'll be the best husband in the world!”