Once upon a time, Jesus's disciples talked him into going on a date. He was reluctant, but after much cajoling, he gave in and took a local girl out to wine tasting on Friday night.
When he returned, his disciples were relentless. "How'd it go? What happened?" And on and on until he gave in.
"Well we had some wine, I took her home... And that's about it."
"Then what?" they asked.
"Well, I kissed her goodnight and left."
They were all ecstatic and convinced him to go out with the girl again.
The following Friday was much the same. The disciples taunted and teased him to give up the details of the date. He told them he took her to the museum and then watched the fishermen on the moonlit sea.
"Then what?" They asked.
"Well, I kissed her and then..."
"WHAT?"
"Well, I touched her breast."
The Deciles hooted and punched him in the shoulder with a lot of "attaboys" and the like and convinced him to take her out again.
When Jesus returned from the third date, he was looking a bit perturbed.
"What happened, Jesus?" they asked.
"Well, we went to the chariot races, had dinner and drinks, then went to watch the moon."
"Annnnd?' They chided.
Well, I kissed her.
"Annnd?" They begged.
"Okay, I touched her breast." He admitted.
"Anything else?"
"Alright, I reached under her robes and touched her."
The disciples went off, hooting and hollering, giving Jesus some good natured jabs. "And THEN, what happened?" They begged.
"She healed."
Sorry.