A flasher chooses his next target: a kindly old woman sitting alone on a park bench.

He casually strolls to her, stops a few feet away while facing in her direction, and catches her gaze. Quickly, he opens his trench coat, revealing that he is, of course, naked underneath.

The elderly woman slowly allows her gaze to wander down his body, stopping about halfway down. A look of wonderment slowly spreads across her features, seemingly reducing her age by years. She speaks, almost breathlessly: "They're amazing."

The nearly naked man is taken aback, but then feels a sense of pride. "Why, thank you." His coat is still held open.

"May I ... May I hold one?"

This felonious flasher is stunned again, but pride wins out. While still holding open his coat, he saunters closer to the old woman. "Yes. Yes, you may."

She gently cradles one of his testicles in her withered hand, which is surprisingly warm to the touch, and the man smiles gently at his new fan. "I don't mean to be selfish, but I am an old woman, and I fear I may never have this opportunity again... May I hold the other one, as well?"

The man obliges, "of course, you can. I'm only happy to help."

She takes his other testicle in her other hand, and gently begins to roll them around in her fingertips. The man's head lolls back in pleasure; he can't believe his luck!

He doesn't notice the spark that suddenly flares in her eyes. She clamps each hand down on his nuts, and smacks them together in time to each word, "DON'T. EVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN."