The Pastor and His Housekeeper

The young French assistant pastor did not live in the main rectory, because
it was reserved for the pastor and his housekeeper.  One day the pastor
invited his new assistant to dinner at the rectory.  The young priest could
not help but notice that the housekeeper was especially lovely and deep in
his heart he wondered whether she was in truth only a housekeeper.  The
middle aged pastor seemed to divine this concern, because after dinner he
reassured his assistant over a glass of fine brandy that there was no cause
for concern.... she was merely the rectory housekeeper and cook.

A week or so later the housekeeper came to the pastor and said, "Father, ever
since your new assistant came for dinner I haven't been able to find that
beautiful silver gravy ladle.  I thought it would turn up, but I still can't
find it.  You don't suppose that he took it, do you?"

Father Pastor said, "Well, I very much doubt it, but I'll write him a
letter".  Then he sat down and wrote:  "Dear Father, I'm not saying that you
took the antique silver gravy ladle and I'm not saying that you didn't take
it.  But the fact remains that it has not been seen since you were here for
dinner last week."

His assistant received this letter, and answered it as follows:  "Dear Father
Pastor, I am not saying that you sleep with your housekeeper and I am not
saying that you do not.  But the fact remains that you'd have found that
gravy ladle by now if ever you slept in your own bed."