"She's cute, though," said the red-head. "And, I dont think she is actually bashful, either, are gorgeous"?

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"Yes, I am," I replied with an attempt at haught- iness. "I'm afraid of boys I dont know." Barbara took my hand and said,

"C'mon, Lily, let's see what they've got in music. "Ah! her name is Lily," the red-head shouted tri- umphantly.

As we got up from our booth and walked towards the phonograph, an impish impulse came over me. I wiggled my derriere wantonly from side to side. This brought on three long, low wolf whistles from the boys. Bar- bara selected several tunes from the box and inserted the proper coins. Fully aware that dancing would fol- low, I headed for the women' wabhroom instead of back to the booth with Barbara. I dawdled in there, delay- ing my return until the phonograph was silent and, when I got back I arrived just in time to see two of the boys settling down in our booth. The other one happened to be the red-head and he was standing up next to it. When I arrived I stopped indecisively, as the only way I could sit down was to squeeze in between one of the boys and one of the girls. The red-head smiled at me, and said.

"I've been waiting for you, beautiful. "It's too crowded in this booth. Let's you and I go to another booth.

Embarrassed, I glanced toward Barbara for help but she was looking at me with a mocking sneer that was becoming habitual with her whenever she glanced at me. A sudden flare of rage surged through me. I was getting tired of her constant sneers and this time I felt the need for rebelling. Knowing it was the thing that would make her angriest, I smiled to Red- head and took his arm. He escorted me bo a booth at the other end of the room. Darting a glance back, I felt a slight trepidation when I noted the burning rage in Barbara's eyes.

"My name is Ted Payton," my companion said.

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