A married couple was lying in bed one night.
The wife was curled up, ready to go to sleep; the husband reading a book.
Periodically, he would fondle her "special area" for a few seconds, wait a minute or so, and then fondle her again. She gradually got aroused and soon started rubbing him back.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She replied, "You were rubbing me downtown. Don't you want to do it?"
"No, not tonight."
"Then what the hell were you doing?"
"Wetting my fingers so I could turn the page!"