This reminds me of a true story - I had a friend named Stanley back in the early 80's who was on a business trip with my step-father, and they usually stayed motels when they were gone. One day, Stanley got to checking out a chick at the motel, and before you know it, they were back in his room getting cozy. One thing led to another, and pretty soon Stanley was putting his hands down you-know-where. Suddenly, he felt something that didn't seem quite right, in fact it scared the hell out of him. So my friend, half scared to death, says to the girl, "Why are you doing this to me???"
If everyone was like my friend, Stanley, the world would be a much kinder place.