markem
01-31-2012, 02:38 PM
It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1957 and Fred had a date with Peggy Sue. He arrived at her house and rang the bell.*
"Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in. "Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Iced tea?"*
"Iced tea, please," Fred said. Mom brought the iced tea.*
"So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she asked.*
"Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the malt shop, maybe take a walk on the beach..."*
"Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.*
"Uh...really?" Fred replied, with raised eyebrows.*
"Oh, yes!" the mother continued. "When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!"*
"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.*
"Yes," said the mother. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!"*
"Well, thanks for the tip," Fred said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.*
A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and full circle skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She greeted Fred.*
"Have fun, kids," the mother said as they left.*
Half an hour later, a completely disheveled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.*
"The Twist, Mom!" she angrily yelled at her mother. "The damned dance is called the Twist!”
"Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in. "Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Iced tea?"*
"Iced tea, please," Fred said. Mom brought the iced tea.*
"So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she asked.*
"Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the malt shop, maybe take a walk on the beach..."*
"Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.*
"Uh...really?" Fred replied, with raised eyebrows.*
"Oh, yes!" the mother continued. "When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!"*
"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.*
"Yes," said the mother. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!"*
"Well, thanks for the tip," Fred said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.*
A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and full circle skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She greeted Fred.*
"Have fun, kids," the mother said as they left.*
Half an hour later, a completely disheveled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.*
"The Twist, Mom!" she angrily yelled at her mother. "The damned dance is called the Twist!”