You Mustn't, You Shouldn't, Oh, You Are So Naughty
It was a game, just a silly game... wasn't it?
I am not sure if I was born before my time, or after it. More accurate to say, that perhaps I had a little bit of both somewhere along the way, but not enough of either. What am I talking about here? It was nineteen-forty-eight. I was one of those silly small-town girls who allowed her best friend to talk her into going to dance for newly commissioned officers at the local Army Depot. I was eighteen, didn’t know a daisy f...