Robert was having a hard time finding a mate due to his old-fashioned ideas. He sought a woman who would be happy to cook, wash and clean; and would defer to him on all matters. But all the women he had dated wanted a relationship in which they would be equal partners.
Then one day, an ad in the Personals section of a newspaper paper caught Robert's eye. It read, "SWF, 27, seeks SWM, any age, who wants to be my baby. Must want to be pampered and have me provide all his needs around the clock. Likes taking long walks through the park and along the beach." Robert thought, "This is the woman I've been seeking." He promptly called the telephone number on the page, along with the woman's Box Number: 51553. Robert received a reply the next day.
Arriving at the woman's apartment that evening, Robert was pleased when a stunning blonde answered the door. "Are you Miss 51553?" he asked. "Yes, but you can call me Anne," the woman said. Robert gave her a bouquet of roses. She responded by placing her hands around his waist, moving them up to his armpits, and then back down again. All the while, her smile grew larger.
"I don't have to look any further. You're the one I want. Will you be my baby?" Anne said. Robert said he would. "Then walk through that door," Anne instructed. Robert, surprised but elated, complied. The first thing he noticed on walking through the door was that it led to a room not much larger than a closet. The second and last thing he noticed was a bright white light.
That was three months ago. Robert is now Anne's baby. She
Pampers
him several times daily and caters to all his needs 24 hours a
day. That's Robert in the above photo, being readied by Anne for
one of those promised long walks along the beach. Robert enjoys
the attention, but in the back of his head, he believes that the
Personals ad was not as truthful as it could have been. He'd like
to complain to the newspaper, but the last issue he glanced at
was covered with hieroglyphics that no longer made sense to him.