The Boss

   One Friday afternoon, Harold's boss told him that he'd have to work
overtime that day.  That was okay with Harold except that he had no way
of letting his wife know he'd be late coming home, since they had just
moved into a new little house in the suburbs and didn't have a phone yet.
   "Since I'm passing that way, I'll tell her," the boss volunteered.
   A few hours later, the boss arrived at the house and rang the doorbell.
Harold's wife came to the door wearing a see-through wraparound.  The
boss couldn't help but notice.
   "Yes?" she said.
   "I'm Harold's boss," he said.  "Harold's working overtime and asked me
to tell you he'll be home late."
   "Thank you," she said.
   "Excuse me.  How about going upstairs for some sex?" he said.
   Harold's wife felt her cheeks flush to an angry red.  "How dare you!"
   The boss shrugged.  "Suppose I give you one hundred dollars?"
   "Absolutely not!  Why, I never heard such nerve..."
   "Two hundred dollars?"
   "Uh...no."
   "Two hundred fifty dollars?"
   "I don't think that would be right, do you?"
   At this point, the boss said, "Listen, honey. Harold isn't gonna know.
It's an easy way to make two hundred fifty bucks and we'll just spend a
little time together."
   She nodded, took him by the hand, and led him upstairs to the bedroom
where they had fun and games for a couple of hours.
   That night, when Harold came home, he asked, "Did the boss come by
to tell you I'd be late?"
   "Yes, Harold," she said, "he did stop by for a few seconds."
   "Good," said Harold.  "Then he also gave you my weekly salary?"