Miss Annabelle had just returned from her first trip to New York City and was serving refreshments to her Southern belle friends on her Daddy's mansion's front porch. It was a hot summer day, but her tales held them spellbound.


"In New York City," said Miss Annabelle, "they have men who kiss other men on the lips."


Miss Annabelle's friends fanned themselves faster and said, "Oh, my!"


"They call them homosexuals," proclaimed Miss Annabelle. "They also have women in New York City who kiss other women on the lips!"


"Oh, my!" exclaimed the girls, as the pace of the fanning increased.


"They call them lesbians," said Miss Annabelle. "And they have men in New York City who kiss women between the legs," said Miss Annabelle.


"Oh, my!" said the girls from the edge of their chairs "What are they called?"


Miss Annabelle replied with a smile, "After I caught my breath, I called him 'Precious'!"

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