Original Vintage Art & Text
Art by Luis Dominguez from the story “Reckless Romance” in First Kiss #30, 1963. Published by Charlton. Curious to see more? Click the link above to read the entire vintage comic book. This panel is from Page 25 of the comic. The story begins on Page 23.
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SCENE: Woman patting her hair as she smiles at a man.
WOMAN: I enjoy great sex the same way I enjoy great movies! I want sequels...right away!
1963 Art: Luis Dominguez
Color: Allen Freeman
Ticket to Ride: John Lustig
30.3.3.6
WOMAN: I enjoy great sex the same way I enjoy great movies! I want sequels...right away!
1963 Art: Luis Dominguez
Color: Allen Freeman
Ticket to Ride: John Lustig
30.3.3.6
“My friends call me Barbara or just Barb…
…Everyone else just calls me “Easy”.”
…You know. Like a jagged hook that catches in a fish’s mouth, which holds him fast, struggle as he might, until he’s pulled ashore, suffocated, filleted, battered, and served deep fried with tartar sauce to sweaty tourists with greasy fingers. So. Doing anything later tonight?”
…That’s “Barb”. Not “boob”. Y’know. Like those two things you keep staring at?”
…Well, now that you know what name to moan out and I know what name to moan out…”
…I think they do that to confuse me, cos when they say “Barb”, I always think they’re calling someone else’s name. Cos my name is Barbara. And it confuses me something terrible. I look around to see who they’re talking to, and then it turns out it’s me. I ask them not to do that, but they do it anyway. They snicker a lot too when it happens. They say they’re laughing at something Barb did, but I dunno. I’m starting to think my friends might be mean.”
Hilarious, Jams. As for “boobs”…
I’m not staring at your boobs. I’m just staring at one of ’em at a time so I can really appreciate each one. The left one is my favorite. It reminds me of Mom.
(Sorry. Not as funny as yours, but I couldn’t resist.)
AS long as we’re on the subject…there was this girl who had an annoying habit of asking her boyfriends “if you could change one thing about me what would it be?” Finally one guy said “I’d move one of your breasts to the middle of your forehead, since they are so beautiful I’d want to look at it all the time.” And from what I hear she never asked him a stupid question again.
Cool story or true? My friend swears it’s true.
If true, I’m not surprised that she stopped asking–at least that question. Come to think of it, did she ever even talk to him after that? 🙂
Darnit, woman! I’m not a machine!!
but I have one handy.