Penelope was steaming hot and just because she had experienced her first kiss.
'Wow. That was good'
'It gets better' said her football crazy boy friend, Terence.
'I know all about that. I'm not intending to have babies yet.'
'You don't have to. Just take the Pill.'
'You're a quick worker.'
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.'
'Not tonight, Josephine.'
'What? My name's Terence not Josephine.'
'That's what Napoleon said when he didn't want some of the other.'
'Aren't you a clever one!'
'I am, actually.'
'That's what I said'
'Same time, tomorrow?'
Penelope wanted to talk to her friend Barbarella and sent her a quick message.
'I think I'm in love'
'You're crazy' came the answer.
On the way home Penelope sang a little song she'd her father sing in the bath; 'I love, You love'
When she got home she saw her mother was worried.
'Where have you been?'
'Talking about things.'
'This and that.'
'Not too much of that, I hope.'
'Just a bit. It didn't go all the way.'
'I should hope not.' Sylvia Smythe's liberal leanings were being severely tested.
'You're a spoilsport. I sometimes wonder if you've forgotten what love is.'
'My goodness, love?'
'Yes, I think so.'
'What does that mean?'
'You're a bit young, Darling.'
'When did you get started, Mummy?'
'Later than you.'
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained' quoted Penelope.