Action on Cocoa Beach

Sarah, a recently widowed Jewish lady, was sitting on a beach towel at Cocoa Beach, Florida. She looked up and noticed that a man her age had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand nearby and took up his copy of Civilization and its Discontents.

With a smile, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him.

"Hello, sir, how are you?"

"Fine, thank you," he responded, and turned back to his book.

"Do you come here often?" she asked.

"First time since my wife passed away last year," he replied, turning back to his book.

"Do you live around here?" she persisted.

"Yes, I live over in Suntree," he answered and then resumed reading.

Desperate to find a topic of common interest, Sarah persisted.

"Do you by any chance like pussycats?" she inquired.

With that, the man threw his book down, jumped off his blanket onto hers, tore off both their swimsuits and gave her the most passionate ride of her life.

As the cloud of sand began to settle, Sarah gasped and managed to ask the man, "How did you know that was what I wanted?"

"How did you know my name was Katz?