A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a totally deserted beach at Ft. Myers.
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> 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.
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> Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him.
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> "How are you today?"
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> "Fine, thank you," he responded, and turned back to his book.
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> "I love the beach. Do you come here often?" she asked.
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> "First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago," he replied and turned back to his book.
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> "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?" She asked.
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> Yes, I live over in Cape Coral ", he answered, and again he resumed reading.
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> Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, "Do you like pussy cats?"
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> 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.
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> When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man, "How did you know that was what I wanted?"
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> The man replied, "How did you know my name was Katz?"