Two women were playing a round of golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.

The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize.

"Please allow me to help. I'm a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me," she told him.

"Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes," the man replied.

Obviously in excruciating pain, he was lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands at his groin. At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and placed them at his sides, loosened his pants and put her hands inside.

She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and, when he seemed less tense, she asked, "How does that feel?"

With a half grimace/half smile, he replied: "It feels great, but I still think my thumb's broken!"
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