A woman pulled up at a motel to stop for the night.  "I'm sorry, lady," the receptionist told her, "but we're full up.  See that man over there?  I just gave him the last room I had."

The woman walked over to the man and said, "Mister, since you don't know me and I don't know you; we don't know them and they don't know us, how about letting me sleep on your floor?"

"Well," said the man, "since you don't me and I don't know you, they don't know us and we don't know them, I suppose it would be okay."

So they went up to the room.  The man handed the woman a blanket, which she stretched out on.  Quite soon, however, the floor became increasingly harder.  That's when the woman said, "Mister, you don't know me and I don't know you; they don't know us and we don't know them, so how about letting me share the bed with you?"

"Well, okay," replied the man.

When she got comfortable under the covers, the woman said to the man, "You don't me and I don't know you; they don't know us and we don't know them, so how about you and me having a little party?"

By: Bill Harding in Readers' Digest