I really wish that I could…
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I really wish that I could say that I was a smooth make-out queen, but I was such a klutz.
It was dark.
We were in the park.
In the back seat of his ’66 Mustang.
My hair was very long.
The windows were all fogged.
There was a rap on the window, a flashlight
glaring and a big COP.
He told us to sit up, return to the front seat and leave the area.
Leave we did, with me still lying down in the back seat because my flowing tresses were wrapped around a window handle!