An elderly priest invited a young priest over for dinner.  During the
meal, the young priest couldn't help noticing how attractive and shapely
the housekeeper was.  Over the course of the evening, he started to wonder
if there were more between the elderly priest and the housekeeper than
met the eye.  Reading the young priest's thoughts, the elderly priest
volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, my
relationship with my housekeeper is purely professional. I sleep in my 
own bed."
About a week later, the housekeeper came to the elderly priest and
said, "Father, ever since the young Father came to dinner, I've been
unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle.  You don't suppose he took
it do you?"
The priest said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write him a letter just to
be sure."  So he sat down and wrote:
"Dear Father:
I'm not saying that you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm
not saying that you 'did not' take a gravy ladle.  But the fact remains
that one has been missing ever since you were here." Several days later,
the elderly priest received a letter from the young priest.  It read:
"Dear Father:
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with your housekeeper, and I'm not
saying that you 'do not' sleep with your housekeeper.  But the fact
remains that if you were sleeping in your own bed, you would have found 
the gravy ladle by now."