A sixteen-year-old girl goes to confession. "Father, I called a man a  son-of-a-bitch yesterday, because he touched me on my arm without permission"
 "Do you mean like this?" asks the father. He 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?" He 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?" He 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?" He 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!" exclaimed the father.