INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - This is an entry in a 750-word story contest and written for humour. It contains male homosexual activity. All characters are aged 18 and over, with similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental & unintentional.
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Once upon a time there was a young man named Terry. He was 18 and a square who spent his evenings at home studying instead of going out and having fun. While other guys and girls were enjoying themselves at the drive in, cinema or diner listening to rock and roll music, Terry was at home buried in his homework.
Terry who had red hair, fair skin and blue eyes was a handsome enough young man, but he had never been on a date, mainly because the girls at school thought he was boring. But this was only part of the reason. Terry harbored a terrible secret. He was a homosexual, but because it was 1960 he could never admit it to anyone. It was worse than being a communist. If people knew Terry was a queer, they would think he would go driving around town all day trying to tempt kids away from playgrounds with candy. Maybe even the police would come and arrest him and take him to jail. This could never do at all.
One of the popular girls in Terry's year was having an 18th birthday party this Saturday, and all the kids in the class were going except for Terry. He had to study. It was a fine night in Los Angeles where Terry lived with his parents, and they were going out for the evening too, a dance at the country club.
Terry, who wore a beige shirt and trousers that accentuated his uptight, square personality watched a TV news program about the upcoming Kennedy vs. Nixon presidential election, then went upstairs to his bedroom and began studying calculus, thinking how much better it was not being at the silly party for the popular kids.
