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It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960, and Bill had a date with Christine.
 
He arrived at her house and rang the bell.
 
'Oh, come on in!' Chris's mother said as she welcomed Bill in.
 
'Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Tea?' '
 
'Tea, please,' Bill said.  Mum brought the tea.
 
'So, what are you and Chris planning to do tonight?' she asked.
 
'Oh, probably go to the flicks, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the chip shop, maybe go for a walk in the park...'
 
'Chris likes to screw, you know,' Mum informed him.

 

'Really?' Bill replied; eyebrows rose
 
'Oh yes,' the mother continued, 'When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!'
 
'Is that so?' asked Bill, incredulous.

 

'Yes,' said the mother. 'As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!'
 
'Well, thanks for the tip!' Bill said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.
 
A moment later, Chris 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 Bill. 'Have fun, kids!' the mother said as they left.
 
Half an hour later, a completely dishevelled Chris burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.
 
 'The Twist, Mum!' she angrily yelled to her mother in the kitchen. 'The fucking dance is called the Twist!'