Buzz and Darla were busily preparing for the big rock show that was coming into town that night.  Buzz had secured some Old Crow from his father’s liquor cabinet which he hoped would get him buzzed and loosen his girlfriend Darla up enough so that he could at least cop a feel and maybe even snap off her bra during the show.  Buzz was your typical vermin, long thin, stringy hair, his share of sporadic teenage acne and bandanas tied around his tight fitting nylon jeans with the zippered pockets everywhere.  He did not go anywhere without the name of some big rock band blazoned upon his T-shirt and a gold necklace with a cross hanging from it which meant nothing at all.  Darla, on the other hand, had to wear the clothes her parents wanted her to wear.  So Darla had come up with a little scheme of changing into her big rock show clothes at the local 7-11 where her girlfriend worked.  Tonight the rock show was really big, and as she put her slinky pink panties on in the 7-11 bathroom she secretly fantasized about throwing them up on stage from the front row and having one of the rock stars pick them up and hang them on his microphone stand.  Soon the concert would begin.