The Annual Checkup

During her annual checkup, the well-constructed miss was asked to disrobe and climb onto the examining table.

- Doctor, I just can't undress in front of you.

- All right, I'll flick 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.