The Screw

During one summer in the fifties when Wilson went to pick up Susan, his date, her mother invited him in and said, “Susan isn’t ready yet. So why don't you have a seat?" Wilson obliged, and took a seat. Then she asked what they were planning to do. And Wilson politely told her that they would probably just go to the mall or to a drive in movie.

And Susan’s mother asked, "Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it, these days." Surprised, Wilson exclaimed, “What!” And Susan’s mother said, "Yeah, we know Susan really likes to screw. And she'd screw all night if we let her." Wilson’s eyes lighted up and he smiled from ear to ear. Immediately, he revised the plans for the evening, in his mind.

A few minutes later, Susan came downstairs in her petit mini skirt with her saddle shoes, and announced that she was ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Wilson escorted his date out the front door while Susan’s mother winked to him, and said, "Have a good evening, kids." About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Susan rushed back into the house, slammed the door behind her and screamed at her mother, "Dammit, Mom! The Twist! The Twist! It's called The Twist!"