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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!”