At the end of a long night of passionate love-making, as the early-morning sun starts to light up her bedroom, he notices a photo of a man on the nightstand beside her bed. It makes him uneasy.
After a while he asks nervously: "That's not your husband, is it?"
"No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him.
"Your boyfriend then?"
"No, not at all," she says, nibbling at his ear.
"Your father," he asks, hoping to be reassured.
"No."
"Your brother?"
"No."
"Well, who the hell is he then," he demands.
"That's me before the surgery."
After a while he asks nervously: "That's not your husband, is it?"
"No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him.
"Your boyfriend then?"
"No, not at all," she says, nibbling at his ear.
"Your father," he asks, hoping to be reassured.
"No."
"Your brother?"
"No."
"Well, who the hell is he then," he demands.
"That's me before the surgery."
