Bridget had been working with her “Stammerers Action Group” for some time, but she was struggling to make progress with anyone in the group.
She had tried every technique in the book as well as everything else that she could think of, but without any success at all. No matter what she did, none of the men in the group had seen any improvement in their stammering in the three months that she had been running the group.
Finally, she came up with an idea that she was convinced would work.
Being a rather attractive young lady and having seen the way some of the men in her group eyed her up during every speech therapy session, that evening she said to the group:
“If any of you can tell me, without stuttering at all, the name of the town where you were born, I will have wild and passionate sex with you until your muscles ache and your eyes water. So, who wants to go first?”
Of course pretty much all the men in the group were eager to try and the first to raise his hand was an Englishman.
Bridget beckoned to him, so he stood up and blurted out, “B-b-b-b-b-b-b-irmingham”.
“I’m sorry, that’s no good, John”, Bridget said. “Ok, who’s next?”
A Scotsman then raised his hand and blurted out, “P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-aisley”.
“That’s no better Jock”, she said. “There will be no sex for you today”.
She then pointed to a short skinny man who was sitting in the corner and said, “Well, how about you Murphy?”
The Irishman took a deep breath and eventually blurted out “London”.
“That’s brilliant Murphy!” Bridget said and immediately set about living up to her promise.
After a good fifteen minutes of exceptionally steamy sex, the couple paused for breath and Murphy said “-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-erry”.
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