The lady was a Southern Baptist who attended services and taught Sunday School every

week.
On one Sunday, an out of town acquaintance, a gentleman, was in the pew right behind

her. 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 gentleman 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

gentleman 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 gentleman was setback a bit, so he didn't say much until after dinner. When he pulled out a

pack of cigarettes 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 ... mmmm how

would you like to stop at this motel?"


"Sure, that would be nice," she said in anticipation.



The gentleman couldn't believe his ears, and did a fast U turn right then

there and back to the motel and checked in.




The next

morning, after a wild and passionate night of the most incredible sex imaginable, the Gentleman 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; whatever are you going to tell your Sunday School

class?"


The lady said, "The same thing I

always tell them. "You don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time."