There was this artist who worked from a studio in his home. He
specialized in nudes and had been working on what he thought
would be a masterpiece for several months now.
As usual, his model reported and, after exchanging the usual
greetings and small talk, she began to undress for the day's
work.
The artist told her not to bother, as he felt pretty bad with a
cold he had been fighting. He told her that he would pay her for
the day, but that she could just go home; he just wanted some hot
tea and then off to bed.
The model said "Oh, please, let me fix it for you. It's the least
I can do." He agreed and told her to fix herself a cup too.
They were sitting in the living room just exchanging small talk
and enjoying their tea when he heard the front door open and
close,then some familiar footsteps.
"Oh my God!" he whispered loudly, "It's my wife, Quick! Take all
your clothes off."
