It happened at a summer resort, as do many things.

The young executive was sitting at the bar, quietly drinking himself into a stupor, when an attractive redhead sat down beside him and ordered Scotch and water.

They got into a harmless conversation, and as the evening wore on they became progressively more friendly.

After the umpteenth round, he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Let's get a bottle and go up to my room."

She focused her glassy stare on him. "I'll have you know I'm a lady," she slurred.

"I realize that.  If I wanted a man, I'd send home for my brother!"