"Peachy."

"Shit, Darleene. I'd like to squeeze him. But he won't get back until-fuck! I can't fucking believe it, hon."

"Yeah?"

"We'll be at the state fair next week. Like, I think all that week. That is, if we make it to the finals of the band contest."

"Oh. That's when he's supposed to get back? Maybe he can come down."

"Thought of that. But I don't want to take a chance. I mean-I don't want to talk to his parents. Know what I mean?"

"They're like that, huh?"

"Worse than that. They think that, like, because they have all this money-"

"Snobs."

"They think I'm trash, in fact."

"Sure it's not your head?"

"That's where they're coming from. Want their son to mix it up with a debutante."

"Aren't many of those around this town."

"Except maybe Suzanne Radcliffe."

"She puts out."

"Huh?"

"Yeah."

"Come on."

"Believe so."

"How do you know."

"My brother told me."

"Dudes always say that to you. It's supposed to make you think it's okay to go down with them the first time they see you."

"Well, Babette. Don't want to break this to you, doll, but I don't think my brother's trying to ball me-not at all."

"Ha ha ha ha ha. Guess you're right. What did Patrick say about Suzanne?"

"He's fucked her."

"Patrick? Sure."

"Fucked her mouth. Fucked her ass. Fucked her cunt. Ate her twat. Ate her rump."

"No tittyfuck?"

"Says hers are too small."

"Doesn't really look like it."

"Well, she wears falsies, you know."

"Never saw her-like, in the locker room or any-thing. Does her pussy have fuzz yet?"

"More than yours."

"I'm a late-bloomer, Darleene. Always have been. Always will be, I guess."

"Well, you're the oldest virgin I know, Babette. That's for shit-sure."

"You don't think a lot of the other ones were lying. I mean, they can't all fuck like they say they do-and still walk."