Miss Annabell had just returned from her big trip to New York City and
was having refreshments on the front porch of her daddy's mansion with
her southern belle friends. She tells them the stories of her trip as
they stare spellbound. "You just wouldn't believe what they have there
in New York City," says Miss Annabell. "They have men there who kiss
other men on the lips."

Miss Annabell's friends fan themselves and say, "Oh my! Oh my!"

"They call them homosexuals," proclaims Miss Annabell.

"Oh my! Oh my," proclaim the girls as they fan themselves.

"They also have women there in New York City who kiss other women on the
lips!"

"Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls. "What do they call them?" they ask.

"They call them lesbians," says Miss Annabell.

"They also have men who kiss women between the legs, there in New York
City," sighs Miss Annabell.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls as the sit on the edge of their
chairs and fan themselves even faster. "What do they call them?" they
ask in unison.

Miss Annabell leans forward and says in a hush, "When I caught my
breath, I called him Precious."