Suggestions

John went to Priscilla's house. There was a sign in their yard invting people to join the First Baptist Church. John rolled his eyes. He knockedo on the door, and Priscilla's mom answered. "Oh, hello John," she said. She wore a long gray skirt, a long sleeve white blouse buttoned up to the neck, and a gray vest. "Priscilla is in her room, and her father is at work. I'm going to a school board meeting to complain about some of the required reading for next year."

"But after Priscilla graduates, you won't have any children in school."

Priscilla's mom glared at John. "This is bigger than our family."

"Oh, then fight the good fight, Mrs. Chastain."

Mrs. Chastain smiled. "Why thank you, John."

John smiled, and Priscilla's mom's outfit changed.

Thanks to John, she would not notice her new outfit until after she spoke to the school board.

"Remember, when you are here alone with Priscilla, you are not allowed in her bedroom. You're lucky we let you stay her alone with her, but we trust her."

"Thank you, Mrs. Chastain. You can trust me."

Mrs. Chastain left.

John went up to Priscilla's room and walked in.

"Oh, John, you know you're not supposed to be in here."

"It's OK," said John. "I just want to tell you I admire you stance on pre-marital sex."

"Thank you, John."

"It's great you are saving your vagina for marriagie, but your mouth, hands, anus, and hair are all open for business. Sex only counts if it can result in pregnancy."