Last Kiss by John Lustig for September 30, 2024

Wait a minute. Your wife IS your secretary….

Paid and laid if you play your index cards right.

Miss Gregg is short, but she’s at handy at taking dictation.

“Sure, I’ll pay you. And if my wife sees you here, just tell her you’re working the graveyard shift. Because that’s where I’ll be going if she catches us together.”

Really like the woman’s face in this panel. She’s got just the right amount of bewilderment, and the art is so clean — no excess lines since the color takes care of the shading.

You only get paid if you do a good job of pretending.

And let the dic-tation jokes begin!

GAL: YOU WANNA DO “WHAT” WITH MY PEARL NECKLACE?!? PEE YOO, YA FREAK!

Paid for it?? That puts you in a different line of work than secretary…

She’s not that kind of girl?

He paid for the pearls

Pretend you’re my receptionist… or, more accurately, my perceptionist.

Of course you get paid, Otherwise it would be shoplifting.

Look into my eyes! Yesss a pretty neck you have…

“Don’t I always?”

“Usually. But you did not pay the cost of antibiotics last time.”

Wait a minute…

Does your secretary do that, too?

paid (sp)

Your payment is being with me, sweetheart!

“I’ve never worked before… I’ll need to get a social security number.”