During her annual checkup, a well-constructed miss was asked to disrobe and climb onto the examining table.
Doctor, she replied shyly, I just can't undress in front of you.
All right, said the physician, I'll flick1 off the lights. You undress and tell me when you're through.
In a few moments, her voice rang out in the darkness: Doctor, I've undressed. What shall I do with my clothes?
Put them on the chair, on TOP of mine.