In a message dated 1/17/99 6:49:33 PM EST, scotty@dove.net.au writes:
<< And when one doesn't have a flat { apartment? } a car is the only private
place you can go to neck - particularly in winter. I was kissed for the
first time in a yellow MG called Piglet with a strap around the bonnet. I
was wearing a dress without straps, which got lower and lower until dawn and
the milkman sent me scuttling in confusion to my digs. >>
I had a friend in Illinois who, everytime they bought a new car, he and his
wife would pretend Lookout Point was in the garage and "break it in", so to
speak. I wonder if they still are doing that in their 50's?? If their lucky, I
guess.
R. Johnson - Dallas
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