Old Lady's Legal Troubles

Defense Attorney: What is your age?
Little Old Woman: I am 76 years old.
Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened
to you?
Little Old Woman: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front
porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man
comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside
me.
Defense Attorney: Did you know him?
Little Old Woman: No, but he sure was friendly.
Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down beside you?
Little Old Woman: He started to rub my thigh.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?
Little Old Woman: No, I didn't stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner
passed away some 30 years ago.
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Woman: He began to rub my breasts.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?
Little Old Woman: No, I did not stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Woman: Why, Your Honor, his rubbing made me feel all alive
and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!
Little Old Woman: Well, I was feeling so spicy that I just spread my
old legs and said to him, "Take me, young man, Take
me!"
Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
Little Old Woman: Hell, no. That's when he yelled, "April Fool!" And
that's when I shot the son of a b*tch!