The Night We Slept In The Barn

John, who lived in the north of England, decided to go golfing in Scotland with his buddy, Shawn.

They loaded up John’s minivan and headed north.  After driving for a few hours, they got caught

in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered

the door if they could spend the night. ‘I realize it’s terrible weather out there and I have

this huge house all to myself, but I’m recently widowed,’ she explained, ‘and I’m afraid the

neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ John said. ‘We’ll be

happy to sleep in the barn And if the weather breaks, we’ll be gone at first light.’ The lady

agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the  night. Come morning,

the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed  a great weekend of golf.  But

about nine months later, John got an unexpected  letter from an attorney. It took him a few

minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive

widow he had met on the golf weekend. He dropped in on his friend Shawn and asked, “Shawn, do you

remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our golf holiday in Scotland about 9

months ago?” ‘Yes, I do,’ said Shawn.  ‘Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the

night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?’ ‘Well, um, yes!,’ Shawn said, a little

embarrassed about being found out, ‘I have to admit that I did.’ ‘And did you happen to give

her my name instead of telling her your name?’  Shawn’s face turned beet red and he said,

‘Yeah, look, I’m sorry, buddy I’m afraid I did.  Why do you ask?’ ‘She just died and left

me everything.’ And you thought the ending would be different, didn’t you? 😁😁😁