Where are you going?

Ron,

an eighty five year old man, was sitting on the couch with his wife,

Maisie, when she said to him, 'Why don't you come sit close to me like

you used to.' So he did.

After a moment Maisie said, 'Why don't you put your arm around me

like you used to.'

Ron put his arm around Maisie and held her tight. Then she said,

'Why don't you nibble on my ear like you used to.'

Ron got up and left the room.

'Where are you going?' Maisie called out.

'To get my teeth,' Ron replied.