Village lady
 

The Village lady was a fine upstanding church lady who attended services and taught Sunday School every week. On one Sunday, an out of town slight acquaintance, a gentleman, was in the pew right behind her. He noted what a fine looking woman she was and, while they were taking up the collection, he 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 The Villages. 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, "Whatever would I tell my Sunday School class?" Well, our gentleman was set back a bit, so he didn't say much until after dinner, when he pulled out a pack of Lucky Strikes and asked, "Would you like a cigarette?"
"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 'What the Hell', 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 and there, and drove back to the motel and checked in.
The next morning, after a wild and passionate night of the most incredible love making imaginable, the gentleman awoke first. He looked at the lovely Village Darling lying there in the bed and with remorse thought, "What the hell have I done?" He shook her awake and asked, "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.."