For three years, the young MP had been taking his vacations at the same country inn.
The last time he’d finally managed to score with the landlord’s daughter. Looking forward to an exciting few days, he dragged his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, then stopped short.
There sat his lover with an infant on her lap!
“Helen, why didn’t you write when you learned you were pregnant?” he cried.
“I would have rushed up here, we could have gotten married, and the baby would have my name!”
“Well,” she said, “when my folks found out about my condition, we sat up all night talkin’ and talkin’, and decided it would be better to have a bastard in the family than a politician.”
Submitted by calamjo
Edited by dolly04