Nils invited Lisa to an exhibition of artwork by young artists. It was billed as “Twenty under Twenty – Emerging Artists.”

As they entered the gallery, half in jest, Lisa asked Nils what these young artists were emerging from.

“Probably some metaphysical womb,” Nils speculated.

Together they admired the paintings. “They’re very nice,” Lisa commented, as they came to the last painting. “Although I think I like your paintings more. You’re not twenty yet, are you?”

“Two months to go,” Nils said.

“Well, then I guess you’re still emerging,” Lisa said. “So how is it inside that metaphysical womb?”

Nils bit his lip.

“One other thing I’m curious about,” Lisa said. “I see only nineteen paintings here. We should get some of our money back.”

“But I had complimentary tickets,” Nils said.

“Then they owe us for the missing painting. I’m really curious about it. Oh well, at least we got to wear our new fancy clothes.”

Nils started to say something, but he bit his lip.

Just then they were approached by an older gentleman. “Mr. Stellansson,” he said.

“Right,” Nils answered.

The man explained that he was chairman of the selection committee.

“Great show,” Nils said.

“Yeah,” Lisa agreed, “except it looks like one of the paintings may have been stolen.”

“I need to apologize,” the chairman said. “There is a twentieth painting, but the committee deemed it too—I guess you could say too erotic.”

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as too erotic,” Lisa said.

“Be that as it may, we do have the too-erotic painting on display in a private gallery.”

“Can we see it?” Lisa asked.

“Are you 21?” the chairman asked.

“You mean to say an emerging artist can paint something he’s not allowed to see?” Lisa said.

“Perhaps he did the painting blindfolded,” the chairman said.

Lisa frowned.

“Did you?” the chairman asked Nils.

“Did I what?” Nils replied.

“Did you paint your submission blindfolded?”

Before Nils could answer, the chairman said, “Just teasing,” and he led Lisa and Nils to the private gallery and left them to admire the twentieth painting.

“What do you think?” Nils asked Lisa after a few minutes.

“I like it,” she said. “I’m glad to see you’ve emerged.”

“I can’t believe they put it in an 18^th Century frame,” Nils said.

“It is classical,” Lisa noted. “And the frame goes with the wallpaper.”

“Do you think it’s too erotic?” Nils asked.

“It’s erotic, but not too erotic.”

Nils chuckled. “What might make it more erotic?”

“If it were me sitting on your lap with your fingers caressing my pussy,” Lisa said. “We could use that chair.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this door locks,” Nils said.

“Put the chair in front of the door. From there we have a great view of your painting.”

The solution worked to perfection.