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Giles T. Priestly patted his assistant on the butt as he stood next to him, surveying the house from the outside. The building was large and imposing, with Victorian-style architecture; despite its sense of age, the paint job was impeccable. Flowers grew by the white-washed porch, in hues of pink and yellow and blue. The owner obviously cared about their estate, even though it was a few miles from the nearest suburb.
"What do you think, Marsy?" he asked, grinning broadly. "Does it look haunted to you? I'll tell you one thing--looks like a nice place. A man could raise a family here..." He paused to squeeze the man's behind. "Or perhaps just some mischief." He laughed loudly to himself, leaning on his assistant's shoulder.
"Sorry, Mars, do you get it? Raise 'mischief'? As in, sexual folly? Rather, the 'raising' of penises, as in erections? Humorous, isn't it?!"