A woman was having a horrible time with her husband in bed. He had lost his vigor and "umpf". So the woman went to a sex therapist. She was seeing the therapist for quite some time and he was suggesting everything from changing style of underwear to eating more bannannas. Nothing was working, so finally the doctor decided that it required a dramatic change in the therapy. She first tried the standard pills viagra and all the likenesses.

Even in extremely high doses nothing was working. So finally the doctor out of options called one of his friends in the experimental labs.

The doctor in the lab was working on a new super drug to make any man better than Don Juan Demarco. Hearing this the doctor was excited at a possible cure. The Doctor got a hold of a small quantity of the drug and told the woman to slip one pill into her husbands coffee before bedtime and see what happened. The next morning the woman came into the office and said that her and her husband had made love for a good hour. This wasn't enough for the woman so she asked the therapist if she could slip two pills into his coffee. Doctor replied that two should still be safe but no more than that. The next morning the woman burst into the therapists office and exclaimed that they had made love for several hours, but it was still lacking. Once again the woman wanted to up the dosage, this time to three pills.

After making a call to the doctor friend the therapist said that three is the absolute limit.

The woman came back this time looking rather haggard, but had a gleeming smile on her face.

The woman exclaimed that she had had the best sex she had ever had in her life. All night and told the therapist that they were still in the midst of making love. She also confessed that she still had not had an orgasm. A week later the woman came back and she told the therapist that after the great 2 days of love making she still had not had an orgasm and that her husband was worse off after the pills had worn off. The woman, still not satisfied, wanted to give the husband the rest of the bottle. The therapist put his foot down and absolutly forbid it.

The woman nodded and slipped from his office with a bit of a slump in her step.

Fifteen years later the therapist, about to retire, still hadn't heard from the woman.

It was well past worry and had slipped totally into forget. Then one day a young man, of about 12, came into the therapist's office. "Are you the jackass that gave my mom those sex drugs?" the boy asked.

"I'm sorry, what?" the therapist replied. "Fifteen years ago you gave my mom some experimental sexdrugs." "Ahhh, yes I remember now. How is your mom, I havn't seen her in many years.

" "Well my mom is dead. My older sister is pregnant. My asshurts. Last but not least, Dad is in the corner saying "here kitty kitty."