The blonde teenage girl had long been infatuated with a popular local disc jockey and finally got to meet him when the station held an open house.
When she seductively suggested they get better acquainted, he took her into a vacant studio and unzipped his pants.
“I suppose you know what this is?” he whispered.
“I sure do,” she said, grasping it in her hand and putting it near her mouth, “I’d like to say hello to Ricky, Bobby, Tina, and the whole gang down at Danny’s Pizzeria.”
