A man walked to a building and knocked on the door. It was opened by a pretty blond woman. She wore pajamas and a house coat.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Good morning, ma'am. My name is Mr. Burns, and I represent the Standard Pantyhose Company. I'm in the neighborhood showing off our fine product to the housewives, and I was wondering if you would be interested in sampling them."
"As a matter of fact, I was just saying to myself, 'I'm in need for some new stockings!' Come in!"
"Why, thank you ma'am!"
She escorted him in. She sat in a chair. He knelt in front of her and opened a briefcase he carried. Rummaging through it, he pulled out a stocking package and opened it.
"Now, these are our basic stockings. I think you will find that they are quick sheer."
He gave them to her, and she inspected them. "Very nice!"
"They come in both seamed, for pumps, and sandel-foot, for open-toed shoes. These are the seamed variety. Go ahead and try them on."
"Don't mind if I do."
She slipped off her house slippers and put the stockings on. Mr. Burns looked at her in admiration.
"They show off your beautiful legs and feet perfectly!"
"Why, thank you! I will take them."
"Wonderful!"
"What else do you have?"
"Let me check for you." He went back into the briefcase and pulled out another package. "Now, these are what we call knee hi's, for when you wear pants."
He gave them to her. She took the stockings off. Then she opened the package, took the knee hi's out, and put them on.
"They look perfect on your feet!"
He began rubbing her feet!
She smiled. "You're lucky my husband isn't here!"
"Oh, let's not talk about husbands and wives, right now!"
"All right. I'll also take these. Got anything else?"
"Let's see." He again rummaged through the briefcase and pulled out another package. "Now, these are black stockings, for special occasions. As you can see, they're very shear."
He gave it to her. She opened it and pulled them out. "I have a dress that would be perfect with these."
"I'm sure you do!"
She took the knee-hi's off and put these stockings on. He looked at her—and suddenly hugged her legs!
"Your legs and feet are pure perfection!"
"Why, thank you, Mr. Burns!"
Suddenly, a message blared on the PA:
"Attention all personnel! Attention all personnel! Casualties will be coming through, within the next hour. Looks like an all-nighter. Sorry, guys!"
"Oh, why does the war always have to ruin our fun!" said Frank.
"I know, darling!" said Margaret.
He got up. She quickly took the stockings off and also got up.
"I tell you what, Frank: I'll wear the knee-hi's under my boots for you."
"Oh, Margret, I love you!"
They hugged and kissed. Frank picked up his briefcase and left her tent.