There was a party at an Elders home just for the teen-aged crowd. The Elders daughter had one album--Beachboys Greatest Hits. It played over and over and over, all night long. I had no way to get home and home was about 10 miles and it was December.
As the album played over and over and over on the LP, one girl, my kinda, sorta friend, Karla, started to dance. She had big boobs and all the guys were interested in watching. She stood alone in the living room doing what I now know would be a pole dance. She writhed and wiggled and danced for about 2 hours, all to the Beach Boys. By herself.
The Sisters were hopping mad. The young Brothers were all gathered around watching Karla *dance*, and all they could do was stand in the kitchen and talk about her. Put down after put down.
Karla was a loner, like myself. Her step-father was a weirdo and wanted to be a MS. She had a half brother and half-sister as a result. Also a full sister living with her.
I later found out that Karla's step-dad was molesting the group of them. I had spent quite a few nights over at that house, too. Karla, her full sister and both half siblings. Sick bastard. Poor kids.
I'll always remember that party because one of the panting young brothers got drunk and ended up DFd over it. (I had a terrible crush on him and will always remember him-can't remember his name though-- )