A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a most deserted beach at Ft. Myers Florida .
She looked up and noticed that a man her age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand near hers and began reading a book.
Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him. “How are you today?”
“Fine, thank you,” he responded, and turned back to his book.
“I love the beach. Do you come here often?” she asked.
“First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago,” he replied and turned back to his book.
“I sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago and it is very lonely,”she countered. “Do you live around here?” She asked.
“Yes, I live over in Cape Coral ,” he answered, and again he resumed reading.
Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted,” Do you like pussy cats?”
With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and pounded her like she has never been pounded before.
After she caught her breath, she asked the man, “How did you know that was what I wanted?”
The man replied. “How did you know my name was Katz?”
You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named “The Battle of Waterloo” and the idea was: Katz comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the Katz go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that Katz he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about Katz… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’.