It had promised to be a sensational divorce case, with the Yuppette accused of incredible escapades. 

Testifying before her own attorney, she projected an image of sweet innocence, and told a tale of wifely fidelity and sacrifice, and was quite believable.

When it was time for cross-examination though, the husband’s lawyer said, “Isn’t it true on the night of June 12th, in a driving rainstorm, you had sexual intercourse with a certain circus midget on the handle bars of a careening motorcycle that passed through Columbia at speeds in excess of seventy-five miles per hour?”

The Yuppette turned pale, but retained her remarkable self- control and composure. Her voice was almost serene in its innocence as she asked, “What was that date again?”