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3 Sep
Sex Therapist On A Plane

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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Tue,  3 Sep 96 16:29:09 -0700
To: Fun_People
Subject: Sex Therapist On A Plane

Forwarded-by: Jef Jaisun <eljefe@halcyon.com>
Forwarded-by: Jason Herres <jasonh@isomedia.com>

A marketing guy for a new firm had had a very bad week.  Endless meetings
in a half dozen cities, no sales.  He was bummed and just wanted to relax
on his flight home from Kansas City.  Luckily, it looked like he had all
three seats to himself in his row and he gratefully closed his eyes awaiting
takeoff.

At the last minute, another passenger plopped down beside him.  "Great, just
great" he thought to himself.  But then he opened his eyes and looked to
see an absolutely gorgeous woman, blonde, green eyes, 5 foot 4 inch, nicely
built, well groomed and well dressed.  Hmm, he thought, maybe my luck'S
going to change.  She also still had a nametag on from something.  So he
turned to her and said "Hi, Masra.  Are you traveling alone?"

She laughed and said "Oh, that's not my name.  I was the keynote speaker at
a convention today and forgot to take the silly thing off.  It stands for
Midwest American Sexual Response Association."

"Keynote huh?  That sounds fascinating. What was your address on?"

"Well, I'm a licensed sex therapist and have been doing research on the
ability of the American male to please women.  I've discovered that the
American male, contrary to many people's uninformed opinions, is actually
quite a good lover.  However, there are three groups of Americans that
really stand out from the crowd as the best of all.  One group are the
Jewish men because they seem to be able to really communicate with women.
Another is the Native American, basically because as a group they are
physically fit.  The third are the men from down South because of their
stamina.  And by the way, my name's Wanda.

What's yours?"

"Hi Wanda.  I'm Tonto Schwartz, but all my friends back home just call me
Bubba."

© 1996 Peter Langston