In France, the young assistant pastors do not live in the main rectory.
That is reserved for the Pastor and his housekeeper.
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One day the pastor invited his new young assistant pastor to have
dinner at the rectory. While being served, the young pastor noticed how
shapely and lovely the housekeeper was. Down deep in his heart he
wondered if there was more between the pastor and the housekeeper. After
the meal was over, the middle-aged pastor assured the young priest that
everything was purely professional...that she was the housekeeper and
cook and that was that.

About a week later the housekeeper came to the pastor and said,
"Father, ever since the new assistant came for dinner I have not been
able to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose he took
it, do you?" The Pastor said, " Well, I doubt it very much, but I'll write him
a
letter." So he sat down and wrote:"Dear Father, I'm not saying you did take the gravy ladle and I'm
not saying you did not take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that
it has been missing since you were here for dinner."

The young assistant received the letter, and he answered it as
follows:

"Dear Father Pastor, I'm not saying that you do sleep with the
housekeeper and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with the
housekeeper. But I do know for sure that if you slept in your own bed
you would find the gravy ladle."