"Ma'am, your son is very dear to me. I wanted to write to you to advise you how I honor and respect him. Despite our being left alone by many many people who feel we should date, I need your permission to touch Cyril's hands, lest the resulting child be a demon from Sex Hell. Touching hands is intercourse, right? My own parents were too ashamed to tell me".
"Oh this ship is deliightful, Phyllis! Let's play shuffleboard again!"
"Of course, but I must tell you, I witnessed something very shocking in the ward room. Two young sailors kissing... but judging by the belly on the smaller