.
.
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, "Whatever
would I tell my Sunday School class?"

Well, our gent was setback a bit, so he didn't say much until after dinner. He then
he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Would you like a smoke?"

"Oh! My goodness, no," said the woman "Why, 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 and 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 to himself,
What the hell have I done?

He shook her awake and pleaded, "I've got to ask you one thing! Whatever 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 good time."
.

.
.