"Doc, you've gotta help me ... my wife just isn't interested in sex
anymore. Haven't you got a pill or something I can give her?"
"Look, I can't prescribe ..."
"Doc, we've been friends for years. Have you ever seen me this
upset? I am desperate! I can't think; I can't concentrate; my life
is going utterly to Hell! You've got to help me."
The doctor opens his desk drawer and removes a small bottle of
pills. "Ordinarily, I wouldn't do this. These are experimental, the
tests so far indicate that they're VERY powerful. Don't give her
more than ONE, understand?
"JUST one."
"I don't know, doc; she's awfully cold ..."
"One. No more. In her coffee. Okay?"
"Um ... okay."
Our hero expresses gratitude, and departs for home, where his wife
has dinner waiting. When dinner is finished, she goes to the
kitchen to bring dessert. Our hero, in fumbling haste, pulls the
pills from his pocket and drops one into his wife's coffee. He
reflects for a moment, hesitates, then drops in a second pill. And
then he begins to worry. The doctor did say they were
powerful.
Then an inspiration strikes: he drops one pill into his own
coffee.
His wife returns with the shortcake, and they enjoy their dessert
and coffee, our hero with poorly concealed anticipation. Sure
enough, a few minutes after they finish, his wife shudders a
little, sighs deeply and heavily, and a strange smoky look enters
her eyes. In a deep, throaty, near-whisper, in a tone of voice he
has never heard her use before, she says, "I ... need ... a man
..."
His eyes glitter and his hands tremble as he replies, "Me ... too
..."
