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A multi-millionaire fell in love with a young woman named Grace. She had worked hard all her life cleaning houses. In fact they met because she was cleaning his house.

He was not a player, so he asked Grace to marry him. She naturally said yes.

“Just think,” her fiance said, “You won’t have to clean houses anymore. I know you hate your job.”

“Yes. I’m going to be your wife, not your housekeeper.”

Grace toyed with the rock on her digit. “In fact, I don’t really like your house to be honest.”

“We could find a different place.”

“It’s more than that. I don’t want to live with you and dislike the thought of tying myself down in the shackles of dreary monogamy. My women’s studies professor said marriage is prostitution.”

“What are you saying, Grace? You don’t want to marry me?”

“No. I’ll marry you…on my own terms.

  1. I get access to all your monetary resources. No questions asked. And never be a Scrooge.
  2. I don’t have to live with you. With your millions at my disposal, I can take up residence wherever I feel like it. No questions asked.
  3. I don’t want an open marriage; you need to practice perfect fidelity to me. In return I can run around like an alley cat in heat.  But no kittens since they’d cramp my style. Get it?
  4. Pick up your own dirty socks. On my visits to your mansion to throw lavish parties with friends you get to clean up after us. Or hire a maid.”

 

The millionaire shook his head and held out his hand. “I can get a refund at Tiffany’s in the next 12 hours. And a new house cleaner at the agency you work for.”

 

I Corinthians 6:1-2

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