One day, she employed the services of a young man and she said to him. "I am a prostitute by profession. The reason why l employed you is for you to sit at this gate to direct my customers. You are to organise them by giving them number to come in one after the other in every twenty minutes.
Now, how do you want to collect your salary?
In cash or in kind?"
And the guy said, "I prefer in cash".
And the lady said, " But remember that as a cook, it would be a taboo for you to only perceive the aroma of the delicious soup you are cooking but never taste from it".
He still maintained his position and he said, "Madam, l don't care no matter how sweet the soup may taste, l will never eat from it or even taste it after cooking. What l am after, is my salary".
Then one very cold Sunday evening, there were no customers. The lady dressed to kill, looking extremely seductive and irresistibly beautiful. The guy sat on the customers' seat looking at her with his eyes transfixed on her large hips and protruding succulent chest
He began to shift from one side of the chair to the other looking uncomfortably in mood.
And the lady who had observed the guy's mood said, " Since, the Cook has opted for cash and not in kind, no matter how strong and irresistibly the delicious aroma of the soup may enters into his nostrils, the house owner will never allows him to taste from it. He can only fill his eyes and nostrils with the aroma.
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