A rather well-proportioned secretary, 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 you wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday." "What difference does it
make," she 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."