It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1964 and
> Fred had a date with Peggy Sue. He arrived at her house
> and rang the bell.
> "Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed
> Fred in.
> Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink?
> Lemonade? Iced tea?"
> "Iced tea, please," Fred said. Mom brought the iced tea.
> "So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she
>"Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite
> to eat at the malt shop, maybe take a walk on the beach..."
> "Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.
>"Uh...really?" Fred replied, with raised eyebrows.
>"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 alternate plans for the evening.
>A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking
> pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and hoop
> skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She greeted
>"Have fun, kids," the mother said as they left.
>Half an hour later, a completely disheveled Peggy Sue
> burst into the house and slammed the front door behind
>"The Twist, Mom!" she angrily yelled to her mother in the
> kitchen. "The stupid dance is called the Twist!"