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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