During her
annual checkup, the well-constructed miss was asked to disrobe and climb onto
the examining table.
"Doctor,"
she replied shyly, "I just can't undress in front of you."
"All
right," said the physician, "I'll flick off the lights. You undress and
tell me when you're through."
In a few
moments, her voice rang out in the darkness: "Doctor, I've undressed. What
shall I do with my clothes?"
"Put them on the chair, on top of mine."
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