a wine bottle

"Oh well... there it is," Sheila says, pointing to a table with a wine bottle and two wine glasses.

She opens the bottle and pours wine into our glasses. "To new responsibilities," she says.

"To new experiences," I add. Our glasses click and we sip our drinks.

She smiles at me and asks, "What are you thinking about now? Are you undressing me in your mind?" I slightly blush at her comment. "So what is it? Dare to share?"

"Okay," I say hesitantly. "Well, you know, when I first started working for the company... and even until now, you always wore that white lab coat. I always wondered what you were hiding inside it."

"Oh oh," she says. "Any guess?"

"What if my guess is wrong?" I ask.

"Let's have a game then," she proposes. "I you guess correctly, I take off a piece of clothing."

"And if I make the wrong guess?"

"Then you take off a piece of clothing."

"Sounds fair," I say. "Well, here's my first guess... you have a tattoo in your arm."

She smiles and says, "Wrong guess. Please take your shirt off."

I comply. She stares at my hairy chest with an amused look.

"You seem to be having fun," I add. "Well my second guess is... you're not wearing a brassiere."