> > Subject: Little Old Lady
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Will you please state your age?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > I am 86 years old.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April
1st?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm
spring
> > evening,
> > when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did you know him?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > No, but he sure was friendly.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > What happened after he sat down?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > He started to rub my thigh.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did you stop him?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > No, I didn't stop him.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Why not?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 30 years
ago.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > What happened next?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > He began to rub my breasts.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did you stop him then?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > No, I did not stop him.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Why not?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that
good in
> > years!
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > What happened next?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > Well, by then, I was feeling so "spicy" that I just laid down and told
him
> > "Take me, young man. Take me now!"
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did he take you?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!" And that's when I shot him, the
> > little bastard.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Will you please state your age?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > I am 86 years old.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April
1st?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm
spring
> > evening,
> > when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did you know him?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > No, but he sure was friendly.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > What happened after he sat down?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > He started to rub my thigh.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did you stop him?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > No, I didn't stop him.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Why not?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 30 years
ago.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > What happened next?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > He began to rub my breasts.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did you stop him then?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > No, I did not stop him.
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Why not?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that
good in
> > years!
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > What happened next?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > Well, by then, I was feeling so "spicy" that I just laid down and told
him
> > "Take me, young man. Take me now!"
> >
> > Defense Attorney:
> > Did he take you?
> >
> > Little Old Lady:
> > Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!" And that's when I shot him, the
> > little bastard.