The lady, was a Southern Baptist who attended services and taught
Sunday School every week. On one Sunday, an out-of-town
acquaintance, a gent, was in the pew right behind her and he noted
what a fine looking woman she was.
While they were taking up the collection, the man leaned forward and
said, "Hey, how about you and I having dinner on Tuesday?" "Why Yes,
that would be nice," the lady responded.
Well, the gent couldn't believe! his luck. On Tuesday he picked the lady
up and took her to the finest restaurant in that part of South Carolina.
When they sat down, the gent looked over at her and suggested,
"Would you like a cocktail before dinner?" "Oh, no," said our
circumspect fine example of southern womanhood, "What ever would
I tell my Sunday School class?"
Well, our gent was setback a bit, so he didn't say much until after dinner.
When he pulled out a pack of ci garettes and asked, "Would you like a
smoke?" "Oh my!, goodness no," said the woman "I couldn't face my
Sunday School class if I did"
Well, our boy felt pretty low after that, so they left, got in his car and as
he was driving the lady home, they passed the local Holiday Inn.
He'd been morally rebuffed twice already, so he figured he had nothing to
lose so he ventured forth with, "Ahhh ..ummmm how would you like to
stop at this motel?" "Sure, that would be nice," she said in anticipation.
The gent couldn't believe his ears, and did a fast U-turn right then and
there and drove back to the motel a! nd checked in.
The next morning after a wild and passionate night, the gent awoke first.
He looked at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the bed and with
remorse thought, "What the hell have I done? He shook her awake and pleaded, "I've got to ask you one thing, What ever are you going to tell your Sunday School class?"
The lady gave him a lecherously tempting smile and said, "The same
thing I always tell them... "You don't have to smoke and drink to have a