Good Time Girl

John and Lena went to the same church. Lena  went every Sunday and taught Sunday School. John went on Christmas and Easter, and maybe a few times during the year.

One Sunday, John was sitting in the pew right behind Lena and got to noticing what a fine looking woman she was.

While they were taking up the collection, John leaned forward and said, "Lena, how about you and me go to dinner next Friday?"

"Yes, John, that would be nice," Lena replied.

John was tickled as all get out. All week long he polished his old Ford truck. On Friday he picked up Lena and took her to the finest restaurant in town.

When they sat down, John looked at Lena and asked,
"Lena, would you like a cocktail before supper?"

"Oh, no, John," Lena said,
"What would I tell my Sunday School class?"

John was a little taken back, but he didn't say much about it.

After dinner, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering Lena one.

"Oh, no, John," Lena said,
"What would I tell my Sunday School class?"

Well, John was feeling kind of low, having had two offers rebuffed.

On the way home, they passed the Hot Springs Motel, and he figured, heck, he'd struck out twice, so he had nothing to lose.

"Hey, Lena, would you like to stop at the motel with me?"

"Yes, John, that would be nice," she replied.

John couldn't believe his luck. He whipped his Ford into the
parking lot, jumped out of the truck, ran into the motel office,
checked in, ran back out, and took Lena right to the motel room.

The next morning John got up first.
He looked at Lena lying on the bed, her hair spread out all over the pillow.

"What have I done, what have I done?", John thought.
He shook Lena awake.

"Lena, I've got to ask you one thing."

"What's that?" she said, sleepily.

"What are you going to tell your Sunday School class?"

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


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