A sixteen year old girl goes to confession.
"Father, I called a man a son-of-a-bitch yesterday."

"Why did you call him a son-of-a-bitch??" the priest asked.
"Because, Father, he touched me on my arm without permission."
"Do you mean like this?" Father touches her arm.
"Yes, Father."

"That's no reason for calling him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But, Father, he also touched my breasts."
"You mean like this?" Father touches her breasts.
"Yes, Father."

"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But, Father, he took off my clothes."
"Like this?" Father takes off her clothes.
"Yes, Father."

"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But, Father, he then put his you-know-what in my you-know-where."
"Like this?" Father put his you-know-what in her you-know-where.
"Yes, Father," she says sometime later.

"But that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But, Father, he has AIDS."
"THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!!!!!"