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"Come along baby" was on the Radio.
I was wiht this girl, the name doesn't matter. She was a grade younger than me and I had watched her all through school that year. It was August, I finally got a date with her. After a conversation with threatening undetones with her dad, I got her out of the house. I remember the warning my own father had given me.
"Don't let your manhood influence smart thinking."
I Never should have asked him for advice.
We sat in the car, at "the point" in my 34 street rod. Man, I had done that out. Headers, pipes, pink slip, the whole bit.
So, we sat there, her and I for tenminutes, cuddled on the front seat. At my age, it was harmony. She wanted to dance to the radio. I enjoyed listening and thinking too much. But I partook anyway. And so, we grooved. To Jerry Lee, against the wishes of our parents. What a time.
We got back into the car, it was her and I. I looked for the courage to make a move. As a motorhead, I was too nervous. then, she became bold. Cozying up to me, our lips were so close, then she kissed me.
"I never thought YOU would do it, she laughed afterwards.
I didn't know what to do, cop a feel, kiss again, talk about the leafs.
"Ha ha" was all I could muster. This girl made me nervous, the kind of fear that was rooted in my fear of being rejected, not by her, but of the telling of the story to my friends (none of which ever had touched a female.)
Just then, there was a banging on the car. I looked at the clock...it was 15 minutes after when I said I'd hacve her home.
With extreme panic I looked out the window, there was a huge man, in a pair of overalls standing there... I knew it was her father.
"Jess, get out of this car NOW!" he exclaimed.
I scrambled to look presentable. I knew it was over. He'd never let me take her out again.