Subject: Ladies' Restroom

In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several
> attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had
> always been occupied.
> A nurse noticed his predicament.
> Sir, she said ' You may use the ladies room if you
> promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.'
> He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he
> noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.
> Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA , PP,
> and a red one labelled ATR.
> Who would know if he touched them?
> He couldn't resist.. He pushed WW. Warm water was
> sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling,
> he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things
> like this. Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed
> the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water,
> gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he
> pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his
> bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this
> unbelievable pleasure.. The ladies restroom was more
> than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure. When
> the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't
> wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be
> supreme ecstasy. Next thing he knew he opened his
> eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was
> staring down at him.
> 'What happened?' he exclaimed. The last thing I
> remember was pushing the ATR button.
> 'The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your
> ****

• is under your pillow.'

Cheers,
Daffodil