The woman seated herself in the psychiatrists office.
“What seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked.
“Well, I, uh,” she stammered. “I think I,
uh, might be a nymphomaniac.”
“I see,” he said. “I can help you, but I must advise
you that my fee is $80 an hour.”
“That’s not bad,” she replied. “How much for all night?”
