> Karen lost her husband almost four years ago and still
> hasn’t gotten out of her mourning stage.
> Her daughter is constantly calling her and urging her to
> get back into the world.
> Finally, Karen says she’d go out, but didn’t know anyone. Her
>daughter immediately replies: "Mom! I have someone
> for you to meet." Well, it was an immediate hit. They took to
>one another
> and after dating for six weeks, he asks her to join him for a
> weekend in the Catskills. Their first night there, she
>undresses as he does.
> There she stood nude except for a pair of black lacy panties;
> he in his birthday suit. Looking at her he asks: "Why the black
>panties?" She replies: "My breasts you can fondle, my body is yours to
> explore, but down there. . . . I am still in mourning." He
>knows he’s not getting lucky that night. The following
> night the same scenario. She’s standing there with the black
> panties on, and he is in his birthday suit, except that he is
> wearing a black condom. She looks at him and asks: "What’s
>with the black condom?" He replies: "I want to offer my deepest
>condolences"
