Betsy, drunk and high on moonshine whiskey and locally grown pot takes the seat beside mine.
I buy Betsy a beer, which convinces her we should be more than friends.
Standing naked in an old cow pasture, Betsy grabed hold of a fence post as I approached her from behind. We were doing fine until Betsy touched a length of fence wire. The jolt of electricity that surged through us, put an instantaneous end to any further romantic inclinations and turned our hair a permanent bright white.