Two Irish lovers are sitting on a bench, in a park. They are holding hands,
but the lady is nervously twisting her hands.
Mary: Patrick. I have something to tell you.
Patrick: Well, whats on your mind? You know you can tell me everything.
Mary: Its so terrible.
Patrick: You know you can trust me. What is it?
Mary: Well, it was a few years ago. Father lost his job, and no money
in sight..
Patrick: So, what is it?
Mary: Oh. We were so desperate. For some time I had to turn … prostitute!
Patrick: WHAT!
Mary: We needed the money so bad!
Patrick: There is no good reason for this! Endangering your very soul!
How could you? YOU! Mary, this is more than I can stand!
Mary: Not you, Pat! No! I thought youd understand. I thought you could
still love me, even though I had been a whore.
Patrick: Oh! …You… Well, thats ok. For a moment I thought you
said protestant!