"Her lovely bare arms stopped their gyrations. 'Huh? Warn me? About what?'
"'That time and space are really fluid, as that ancient philosopher, Einstein, suspected back in the Twentieth Century. You may not reach the same time-space continuum again. Why, you may even—um—wiggle yourself into the middle of a Pharaoh's tomb—or perhaps the bottom of the ocean which now covers what used to be ancient Russia!'
"'I'll take my chances, Doc. Hmmm.... Hmmm.... Pretty good, huh?'
"'I implore you, Miss LaTour!'
"Despite my desperate efforts, she began to remove another of her—um—garments.
"'Da de da, my bra. Da de daa doo, my shoe. And now, Launcelot, honey, here I—'
"She had come to the hip-wiggle that curiously projected her through some warp in space. There was a sound as though a rubber tube were being sucked inside out—and she vanished."
The little fella emptied his glass and filled it again.
"I waited for what seemed an eternity. But she never reappeared, to this very day."