Definitive postage stamps of Ireland

The teenager stopped short when he saw the apartment complex in which Miss Munoz lived. It very definitly was not a staid, school-teacher residence. It was one of the swinging single places where anything could happen and did. Bert Ellis knew then that he might have struck a real goldmine. And all because he had merely gotten up the courage to ask. He filed that away for future reference…ask and thou shalt receive. He wandered through the bewildering maze of apartments, ogling the chicks out by the heated pool. The chill autumn air didn't seem to prevent them from wearing the skimpiest string bikinis he'd ever seen. Some were so small they were little more than strings with postage stamps glued on at appropriate spots. Bert found the apartment he wanted, rang the bell and waited. In less than a minute, Miss Munoz opened the door. She smiled, a smile that reflected a trace of irony as she said, "You continually surprise me, Bert. I would have bet you would chicken out at the last minute. Come on in." She quickly stood back and let him in ...»