She's sat on the chair next to the doctor, and she's very
hesitant about describing her problem. Eventually the doctor
manages to discover that she thinks she may be sexually
perverted.
"What sort of perversion are you talking about?" asks the doctor.
"Well," said the woman, "I like to be ... ohh ... ah ... ummm ...
I'm sorry doctor, but I'm too ashamed to talk about it."
"Come, come, my dear. I'm a doctor you know; I've been trained
to understand these problems. So what's the matter ...?"
So the woman again tried to explain, but got so embarrassed that
she just turned bright red and looked as though she might faint.
It was then the doctor had a bright idea. "Look," he said, "I'm
a bit of a pervert myself. So if you show me what your perversion
is, I'll show you what mine is. Ok? Is it a deal?"
The woman considered the offer, and after a short while agreed
that it was a fair request. So after a slight pause she said:
"Well my perversion is ... my perversion ... oh ... I like to
be kissed on the bottom!"
"Shit Is that ALL!" said the doctor. "Look, go behind that screen,
take all your clothes off, and I'll come round and show you what MY
perversion is! Hee Hee!"
So the woman does as she is told, and undresses behind the screen.
She gets down on all fours thinking to herself, "Hmmmm, perhaps he
might kiss me on the bum."
Anyway, 15 minutes pass and nothing has happened. So the woman peers
around the side of the screen to see the doctor sitting behind his desk,
his feet up on the table, reading a newspaper and whistling to himself.
"Hey!" shouted the woman, "I thought you said you were a pervert?"
"Oh I am," said the doctor, "I've just shit in your handbag."
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