Handing her the heavy key-ring, he said “you may go anywhere except for the room with the bronze door.  Do you understand?”

            She smiled.  “Yes.”

            He went on his business trip, and when he came back, the keys were pristine and his wife as pleasant as before.  Pleased, he kissed her, and she said his beard tickled.

            They ran out of milk, and, doting wife that she was, she ran out for more. 

Then the police came with their warrant and their copied set of keys. They opened the room and pulled out limbs and torsos and breasts and heads, all the pretty women who hadn’t understood the rules.

Handcuffs clamped around his wrists, he wondered why she wasn’t back yet.