A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a totally deserted beach at Ft. Myers. She looked up and noticed that a man her age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand near hers and began reading a book. > > Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him. > > "How are you today?" > > "Fine, thank you," he responded, and turned back to his book. > > "I love the beach. Do you come here often?" she asked. > > "First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago," he replied and turned back to his book. > > "I'm sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago and it is very lonely," she countered. "Do you live around here?" > > "Yes, I live over in Cape Coral," he answered, and again he resumed reading. > > Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, "Do you like pussy cats?" > > With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and gave her the most passionate lovemaking of her life. > > When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man, "How did you know that was what I wanted?" > > The man replied, "How did you know my name was Katz?
