>Brian Hester invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of
>the
>meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but keep noticing how beautiful
>Brian's
>roommate, Stephanie, was. Mrs. Hester had long been suspicious of a
>relationship between Brian and his roommate, Stephanie, and this had
>only
>made her more curious.
>
>Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, Mrs.
>Hester
>started to wonder if there was more between Brian and his roommate,
>Stephanie, than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian
>volunteered,
>I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Stephanie and I are
>just
>roommates."
>
>About a week later, Stephanie came to Brian saying, "Ever since your
>mother
>came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy
>ladle.
>You don't suppose she took it, do you? "Brian said, "Well, I doubt it,
>but
>I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure."
>So he sat down and wrote:
>
>"Dear Mother, I'm not saying that you 'did' take the gravy ladle from
>the
>house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle. But the
>fact
>remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner
>
>Love, Brian"
>
>
>Several days later, Brian received a reply email from his mother that
>read:
>
>"Dear son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Stephanie, and I'm
>not
>saying that you 'do not' sleep with Stephanie. But the fact remains that
>if
>she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by
>now.
>
>Love, Mom"