After the Sunday services, the man approached the lovely young Sunday school teacher and asked, “How about you and I having dinner on Tuesday?”
“Why Yes, that would be nice,” the lady responded.
That Tuesday he picked the lady up and took her to the finest restaurant. When they sat down, the man suggested, “Would you like a cocktail before dinner?”
“Oh, no,” said the woman, “What ever would I tell my Sunday school class?”
The man felt a little humbled by the remark, but they went on to have a lovely dinner. After dinner he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and asked, “Would you care for a cigarette?”
“Oh my goodness no!” exclaimed the woman. “I couldn’t face my Sunday School class if I did”
Again the man felt a tinge of shame for tempting the Sunday school teacher.
A while later he was driving the lady home and passed by the local motel. He’d been morally rebuffed twice already and figured he had nothing to lose. He ventured forth with, “how would you like to stop at this motel?”
“Sure, that would be nice,” she said with anticipation.
The man couldn’t believe his ears. He spun the car around, pulled into a parking space in front of a room, and checked in.
The next morning after a wild and passionate night, the two woke up in each other’s arms. The man looked into her eyes and asked, “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 good time.'”