KAREN:  DREAMS OF PROMS #2
     "Mom, Dad, i want you to meet my date for the prom, Gordon
Gano."
     Gano extended his hand and Karen's father shook it, letting
out a huge sigh of relief at the same time.
     "Have fun, you two," said Karen's mom, turning and heading to
the kitchen.  "I have to check my pot roast."
     "Don't rub it all over your chest this time," said Karen's
dad, smiling at some private memory.
     "Gordon's a musician, Daddy."
     "I've been known to pull out my sax once in awhile myself,"
said Karen's father, warming to Gano.
     "He's a singer in a group."
     "Which one," asked Karen's father, who had prided himself on
keeping 'in touch' with his daughter's musical tastes.
     "The Violent Femmes, Sir."
     "Violet Femmes?  That's an odd name, isn't it?"
     "Violent.  Violent Femmes."
     "What kind of music do you play, son?"
     "Hold on, Dad.  He'll show you."  She disappeared for a minute
and return with an old acoustic guitar, which she handed to Gano. 
"Go on, Gord.  Play something nice."
     Then, in a voice of quavering psychotic gelatin, Gano played
and sang:
     "Why can't I get, just one kiss?
     Why can't I get, just one kiss?
     There are some things I wouldn't miss,
     But I look at your pants and, I need a kiss.
     <twangy guitar break>

     Why can't I get, just one screw?
     Why can't I get, just one screw?
     Believe me I'd know what to do,
     But something won't let me make love to you.
     
     Why can't I get, just one fuck?
     Why can't I get, just one fuck?
     Guess it's got something to do with luck,
     But I've waited my whole life for just one--
     
     Day, after day--"

     But Karen's father already lay in a heap on the floor.  Karen
and Gano turned to leave, just as Karen's mom began rubbing the pot
roast all over her chest.