On their third night after the wedding, the
two blissful newlyweds shut off the lights
and crawl under the covers.

Turning amorously towards his bride, Jammer
tenderly informs Frannie that tonight he
wants a hand job instead of the usual stuff.
Frannie, being the proper girl that she is,
had absolutely no idea what a "hand job" was.

So, she gets out of bed, puts on her robe
and heads for the phone to call her mom.

"Mom," says Frannie, "Jammer wants a hand
job and I don't know what he means."

"Oh, Frannie," says her mother, "that's real
simple. Just grab his thing and shake it
like you were trying to get ketchup out of
a bottle."

"Gee, Mom, that's easy enough," replies
Frannie.

So Frannie hangs up the phone, removes her
robe and crawls back into the sack. She
snuggles up to Jammer, grabs his thing firmly
with one hand and starts beating the end with
the other.