By Lee Todd Lacks
I remember watching Fame one Thursday night in the Lenehans' finished attic all the girls were in their nightgowns and we all had the naughty butterflies for reasons we couldn't explain, but everything was fine until Maureen got caught with a nip bottle she had swiped from her parents' liquor cabinet and I got a lump in my throat when Mr. Lenehan said he was going to spank her in front of everybody. We all knew better than to challenge Mr. Lenehan's authority, but it was hard to ignore our sweet friend's pleas to keep her panties on. Afterwards, Maureen made us all swear not to tell anybody what had happened, so she became the subject of my furtive sketches.
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