(Author’s note: One of the perils of my work from home job is that I get slammed with work. With that, the election stuff going on (which I have been largely happy to avoid), and 3 cases at work that are massive and had big benchmarks that needed to be met, I became very exhausted.
Anyhow, I am back and raring to go with a new Fictioneers. Please enjoy, like, subscribe, and tell your friends!)
Our Lips Are Sealed
by Miles H. Rost
“Quick, Janey! Make sure no one sees you.”
Jane zipped from tree to tree, attempting to hide the best she could in broad daylight. Approaching Terry’s house, she made a mad dash from the last tree toward a waiting bush.
“If you wanted to see my son, Jane,” the voice of Mr. Hall bellowed down from the room, “you could just come up the front steps.”
“Sorry, Mr. Hall,” she seemed to mutter.
“He’s waiting inside for you. No hanky panky, though.”
Jane’s face turned cherry, as she quickly ran to the door.
“My lips are sealed” he called out.
Music and Fiction 
Seems like a pretty good Dad
Sometimes Dads know more about things than they let on. I learned that the hard way.
That used to be one of my favorite songs! I loved the Go Go’s.
I think a lot of us did. I liked their later stuff, and most certainly Jane Wiedlin’s work through the 80s/90s.
Fun story. Thanks for the song too.
Not a problem! Love sending music to folk!
Mr Hall doesn’t sound so fierce after all! Nice one.
My yarn!
He drinks whiskey and knows things. 😀
That could have been MY dad 🙂
But was it? That’s the real question!
Cute story and I love the Go Go’s!
They’re incredibly awesome. One of the better bands of the early 1980s.