Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball sliced directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of the men, who immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.
The woman rushed over to the man, and immediately began to apologize profusely. "Please allow me to help. I'm a Physical Therapist, and I just know I could relieve your pain if you'd let me," she told him.
"Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes," gasped the man. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin.
At her insistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside.
She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, "How does that feel?"
The man replied, "It feels great, but I still think my thumb's broken."
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The woman rushed over to the man, and immediately began to apologize profusely. "Please allow me to help. I'm a Physical Therapist, and I just know I could relieve your pain if you'd let me," she told him.
"Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes," gasped the man. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin.
At her insistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside.
She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, "How does that feel?"
The man replied, "It feels great, but I still think my thumb's broken."
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