Well I am not sure the exact location but I am sure it was "memorable". My parents wanted to believe - like most young people in the sixties - that they could do whatever they wanted without any negative consequences. HA! What a load of manure. It apparently felt good, so they did it and "oops", reality set in about the time my mother's monthly friend stopped visiting. Then their was that crazy little debate between her mind and her heart about the rights of her body versus my rights to mine.
Based on the fact that I am writing this, I am going to go with she made the correct choice.
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