On their third night after the wedding, the two blissful newlyweds shut off the lights and crawled under the covers. Turning amorously towards his bride, Ole tenderly informed Lena that tonight he wanted a hand job instead of the usual stuff. Lena, being the proper girl that she was, had absolutely no idea what a "hand job" was. So, she got out of bed, put on her robe and headed for the phone to call her mom.

"Mom," said Lena, "Ole wants a hand job and I don't know what he means."

"Oh, Lena," replied her mother, "that's real simple. Just grab his thing and shake it like a bottle of ketchup."

"Gee, Mom, that's easy enough," answered Lena. So she hung up the phone, removed her robe and crawled back into the sack. She snuggled up to Ole, grabs his thing firmly with one hand and started beating the end with the other.