The Blonde Sunbather




A rather well-proportioned Blonde, spent almost all of her vacation
sunbathing on the roof of her hotel.  She wore a bathing suit the
first day, but on the second, she decided that no one could see her
way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall tan.

She'd hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs; she
was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her  rear.
 
"Excuse me, miss," said the flustered little assistant manager of
the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs.  "The Hilton
doesn't  mind your sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much
appreciate your wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday."
 
"What difference does it make," the blonde asked rather calmly.
"No one can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel."
 
"Not exactly," said the embarrassed little man. "You're lying on the
dining room skylight."