"Needless to say, I was just mortified to think that my husband was some sort of fairy. I almost would rather had you be anything but that. A woman just can't picture her husband as a passive homosexual. My God, you have bo idea how I suffered in that perfumed love nest of yours."
"Dam it Betty, I'm not a queer!" he swore angrily turning to face her as his hands clasped together while he tried to control himself. "You know I'm not!"
She laughed in sheer joy.
"Oh darling, what a cartoon that would make. A pretty fairy at a vanity applying makeup and protesting that he wasn't a queer. How delightfully funny."
"Oh God," he cried in frustration. "Please believe me..."