Verse 3 - Reaction

Well, it happened that the PTA was gonna meet
That very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard
I can still recall the words she had to say
She said, “I’d like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley PTA

1968

Maggie Johnson was furious! How dare a bunch of busybodies tell her she was unfit to raise Chrissie? She had spent her entire adult life raising her daughter and was pretty pleased with the result. Chrissie got straight As, was a cheerleader, and was well behaved. Next year she would be heading to Harper Valley High. Three years later, she would be in college. Chrissie was going to get the education Maggie had never been able to get herself.

Maggie calmed down enough to plan for the rest of the day. She picked up the telephone in her bedroom and dialed a number from memory.

Steven Turley picked up his phone and said, “Hello?”

“Steve, it’s Maggie.”

“Hey, babe! What’s up?”

“I am going crazy! Any chance we can move our date from this weekend to tonight?”

Steve smiled. He had been seeing Maggie Johnson for four months and she was everything his ex-wife wasn’t. She was smart and honest and very, very funny. Almost as good, she was absolutely gorgeous and a wildcat in bed. It was too soon to think about their future together, but he was interested in finding out if there might be a future. “I could probably be convinced,” he answered, laughing. “It’s a school night. I thought you didn’t go out on school nights.”

Maggie let out a quiet scream at that. “Aaaarrrghhh! I need to get out of this town! Any chance we can get out of Harper Valley tonight?”

“Dinner at the Ravenwood in Colliersville? And after?”

“Chrissie’s a big girl. She can make dinner for herself,” answered Maggie.

“And breakfast?” asked Steve.

“And breakfast. I’ll need to meet you there, so make sure you wait for me to show up.”

Steve asked, “When?”

“Half past six.”

“Got it! See you at the Ravenwood,” he finished, smiling. Time to clean up and get dressed. The Ravenwood was a classy place.

Maggie set her phone down and went into the bathroom. The Johnson home was small, only two bedrooms and one bath, but it was roomy enough for the two women. The bathroom even had two doors, one onto the hallway and the other into the larger of the two bedrooms. Maggie undressed and got into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed. She had bathed earlier in the day, but a date night needed some cleanup. She showered quickly and then grabbed her razor. Armpits first, followed by her legs. Then, in a risqué and decadent moment, she trimmed her pubic hair. She had heard of some women who actually shaved their pussies, but she wasn’t that wild. She simply trimmed it into a small triangle, something suitable for when she wore a swimsuit.