Ferengo
12th February 2009, 10:26 AM
It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1966 and Fred had a date with Sue. He arrived at her house and rang the bell.
'Oh, come on in!' Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in. 'Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade, Tea?'
'Tea, please,' Fred said. Mum brought the tea.
'So, what are you and Sue planning to do tonight?' she asked.
'Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the Wimpy Bar, maybe take a walk on the beach...'
'Sue likes to screw, you know,' Mum informed him.
'Really?' Fred replied; eyebrows rose.
'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 alternative plans for the evening.
A moment later, Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and a hoop 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 dishevelled Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.
'The Twist, Mum!' she yelled. 'The bloody dance is called the Twist!’
'Oh, come on in!' Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in. 'Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade, Tea?'
'Tea, please,' Fred said. Mum brought the tea.
'So, what are you and Sue planning to do tonight?' she asked.
'Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the Wimpy Bar, maybe take a walk on the beach...'
'Sue likes to screw, you know,' Mum informed him.
'Really?' Fred replied; eyebrows rose.
'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 alternative plans for the evening.
A moment later, Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and a hoop 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 dishevelled Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.
'The Twist, Mum!' she yelled. 'The bloody dance is called the Twist!’