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Four close friends spend weeks planning the perfect girls' getaway trip - shopping, casinos, massages, facials, etc.

Two days before the group is to leave Sylvia's husband puts his foot down and tells her she isn't going. Understandably, they're all very upset that she can't go, but there was nothing they could do.

The three ladies arrive at the hotel two days later and find Sylvia sitting in the bar enjoying a glass of wine.

"Wow, Sylvia," they said almost in unison, "when did you get here and how did you ever talk your husband into letting you go?"

"Well, I've been here since last night... Early yesterday evening I was sitting on the couch and my husband came up behind me, put his hands over my eyes and said Guess who?" Pausing, she continued, "I pulled his hands off to find that all he was wearing was his birthday suit. He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. The room was scented with perfume, candles and rose petals all over... On the bed, he had handcuffs and ropes! He told me to tie and cuff him to the bed, so I did. And then he said, Sylvia, now you can do whatever you want."

And, grinning from ear to ear, she added: "So here I am!"
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