The little old lady

Defense Attorney:  What is your age?

Little Old Woman:  I’m 86 years old.

Defense Attorney:  Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened to you?

Little Old Woman:  There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping on the porch and sat down beside me.

Defense Attorney:  Did you know him?

Little Old Woman:  No, but he sure was friendly.

Defense Attorney:  What happened after he sat down beside you?

Little Old Woman:  He started to rub my thigh.

Defense Attorney:  Did you stop him?

Little Old Woman:  No, I didn’t stop him.

Defense Attorney:  Why not?

Little Old Woman:  It felt good!  Nobody had done that since my Abner passed away 30 years ago.

Defense Attorney:  What happened next?

Little Old Woman:  He began to rub my breasts.

Defense Attorney:  Did you stop him then?

Little Old Woman:  No, I did not stop him.

Defense Attorney:  Why not?

Little Old Woman:  Why, Your Honor, his rubbing made me feel all alive and excited.  I haven’t felt that good in years!

Defense Attorney:  What happened next?

Little Old Woman:  Well, I was feeling so spicy, that I spread my old legs and said to him, “Take me, young man, Take me!”

Defense Attorney:  Did he take you?