Death Comes to Town Kids in the Hall:

Diane was a small-town girl and always would be. This was no scene for her! "Maybe I'd better tell her, Don, or we'll be out here in the hall all night." He grabbed the pretty blonde's shoulders and moved so close to her that he could feel the warmth of her curvaceous chest close to his. "Irene and I have some friends coming over… a few are here already. It's our week for the party, or our weekend, I should say, because some of the gang will be staying over." Diane was beginning to get the message. "Just what kind of party is it, Jerry?" "A swap-party, honey… an honest-to-God swappers party. And Irene's in there right now with the hots for some kid from the school who looks like he might have modeled for Michelangelo." Diane took a second to get her breath. She swallowed hard and managed a thin wavering smile. "Okay… it's all right with me. It might be fun." Now it was Don's turn for the double-take. "Diane! Are you sure? I mean, don't feel like you have to go along with this. I was planning to tell you so you could think about it, but…" "But you didn't," she smiled sarcastically. "Well what're we waiting for… let's go join the party!" Jerry exclaimed anxiously, his eyes already coursing hotly over the tempting curves of the young blonde ...»