A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a totally deserted beach near Tel-Aviv. She looked up and noticed that a man her age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand near hers and began reading a book.

 Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him.

 

 "How are you today?"

 

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

 

 "I love the beach. Do you come here often?" she asked.

 

 "First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago," he replied and turned back to his book.

 

 "I'm sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago, and it is very lonely," she countered.

 Do you live around here?" she asked.

 

 "Yes, I live over in Haifa," he answered, and again he resumed reading.

 

 Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, "Do you like pussycats?

 

 With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and gave her the most passionate lovemaking of her life.

 

 When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man, How did you know that was what I wanted?"

 

 The man replied, "How did you know my name was Katz?"