"Wow!" Missy said.

"You can get good grades here in this school if you know how to play it," Janet remarked.

"I'll bet."

"Let's go to class," Janet suggested. The two pretty girls walked out of the toilet, up the stairs.

Janet asked, "Are you going to the school dance tonight?"

"I think so," Missy said. "Are you?"

"Yeah, but I hate it. My dad is president of the PTA and he's always a chaperone. Jeez, I hate it. And then he always insists that he dance with me once or twice. It's so damn embarrassing."

"I guess that would be kind of a bummer," Missy said.

"Wanna go with me?" Janet asked.

"Okay, why don't I meet you here at the school at nine?"

"Sure," Missy said.

After school, Missy returned to her home with her grandma. She went upstairs and turned on her little TV and watched MTV. She watched the new Rod Stewart video, then took a nap.

She awakened and dressed for the dance. She selected a black denim, to which she added a pink sweater and a pair of pink heels. She fixed her hair in one long ponytail, banged it out on her forehead, applied thick red lipstick, some red rouge, and walked to school.

Janet was waiting for her.

A DJ from a local radio station, the DJ who had the evening show and was popular with the teens, had a mixer and turntables set up. He was playing all the latest hits. Students milled about a punch table. Several were dancing. Janet looked good too. She wore a red cotton dress and white pumps. It really made her blondeness stand out. They got a cup of punch and stood together. Janet's father came over. He was a handsome man of forty-four. He had wavy black hair. He stood over six feet. He was thin, wiry.

"Hi, honey," he said to Janet. "Should we dance?"

"Oh, Daddy. Please! Why don't you dance with my friend, Missy?"

"Well?"

"Oh, go ahead. I promised a football player a dance."