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Loading ...Over the dinner table, Mrs. Moskowitz said to her spouse, “You know how nervous and tense I’ve been lately, Jake? Well, I went to see the doctor.”
“Yes,” murmured Moskowitz, never lifting his eyes from the soup he was eating. “And what did the doctor say, Becky?”
“He examined me thoroughly, Jake, and said that physically, I was in fine shape. He said all I needed was some sex.”
Moskowitz’a attention was now caught. “Is that so?” he said. “And how often did he say you needed sex?”
“He suggests maybe six times a week, Jake.”
“Fine,” said Moskowitz. “Put me down for two.”
