The young secretary was describing her evening's exploits to a friend.

"After dinner," she said, "he wanted to come back to my apartment, but I

refused. I told him my mother would worry if I did anything like that."

"That was smart," her friend said, approvingly. "Then what happened?"

"He kept insisting, and I kept refusing," the secretary said.

"You didn't weaken your resolve did you?" asked the friend.

"Not one bit. In the end, we went to his apartment. I figured, let

HIS mother worry."