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 could not believe his luck. On Tuesday he picked her up and took her to the finest restaurant in that part of Georgia.

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 set back a bit. He did not 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 could not 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, did a fast U-turn right then and there, drove back to the motel and checked in.

After a wild and passionate night, the gentleman awoke first. He looked at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the bed.

With remorse he thought, "What the hell have I done?

He shook her awake. "I have 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 do not have to smoke and drink to have a good time."