Why the same thing happened to me when I was in my early 20s. I was taking some classes at Miss McGuyver’s Finishing School. And one night Bobby Joe Springer had escorted me back to my dormitory after the annual Fine Manners Ball when a-innocent goodnight kiss developed into an evening of passion. But at 3AM, the door flung open and there stood Miss McGuyver makin’ one of those bed checks she was famous for.
Well I tried to handle the whole thing like a lady. I waved politely over Bobby Joe’s shoulder with my foot.. But she was unmoved.
Next day she sat me down, gave me a stern lecture, and kicked me out of school. Only I didn’t care.. I knew what ecstasy was.