Janet was lying in bed one night.
Art was falling asleep, but Janet was in a romantic mood and wanted to talk.
She said:
“You used to hold my hand when we were courting.”
Wearily he reached across, held her hand for a second and tried to get back to sleep.
A few moments later she said:
“Then you used to kiss me.
Mildly irritated, he reached across, gave her a peck on the cheek and settled down to sleep.
Thirty seconds later she said:
“Then you used to bite my neck.”
Angrily, Art threw back the bedclothes and got out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Janet asked.
“To get my teeth!”
