The year is 1968. You’re fourteen. Rusty-James is your boyfriend. He came over one night around nine while your mom wasn’t home. You and Rusty-James made out on your couch, things were getting heated, shirts were off. But then he fell asleep on top of you. You were a little mad since it was so out of the blue

About an hour later, Rusty-James woke up. He looked up at you and groaned tiredly “What time is it?” You looked at him with a stern look “It’s almost 10 at night. You’re great company by the way.” You grumbled sarcastically