"Are you gonna beat it or do I hafta call the cops?"
I was beating it when she had a change of heart.
"Wait! You seem like a nice enough guy. I didn't mean to be so hard on you, fellah, but you don't understand. You see, I'm not interested in men!"
"You don't have to spell things out for me, sister! I get the picture!" I replied flashing a knowing look.
"No, you don't!" She scribbled her address on a card. "Here. Drop by the place tonight and I'll show you where it's at!"
Before I could reply, she was gone.
That night, I arrived at the address, a modest apartment building in the east 70's. After combing my hair in the lobby, I took the elevator to the 9th floor, found the door and knocked.
"It's open!"