True Tales of Terror
Marcia and Greg were parked in his sporty convertible on lover’s lane overlooking the city and Greg was trying his high school best to get some.
“I don’t think we should,” Marcia protested, pushing his hands away.
“I think we should,” Greg said. “Besides, I think you really want to. Why else did you wear a skirt instead of bellbottoms.”
Suddenly the Davy Jones make-out music on the radio was interrupted by an announcer: “Alert. Danger. Alert. A madman has escaped from the Giegler Insane Asylum and is heading straight for lover’s lane! And, even worse, his left hand is missing and in its place is a hook!”
“Oh my!” Marcia said. “That’s scary. And I think I saw some guy with a hook crawling on the hood of your car a few minutes ago. Maybe we should split.”
“I got you,” Greg said. “Sure. We’d be more comfortable at my pad. Groovy.”
And with that, Greg peeled out and headed home.
When they got to the house, Marcia was still playing hard to get, but Greg figured that by pretending to be a gentleman, he might get closer to his randy teenage desire. So he got out and went around to open her door.
But when he got there... he screamed! Hanging... on the doorknob... was... her panties!!!!