Free Preview: Playmate of the Month January 1990 - Peggy McIntaggart
One look at her - the spectacular blonde with the quick step, hot-pink lipstick and icendiary eyes, turning heads on Sunset Boulevard - and you know this is the savviest of big-city women. Wrong. Savvy, yes, but not big city. She comes fom from Penetanguishene, Ontario, a town with nearly as many letters in its name as names in its phone book. "Good fishing country," she says. "Not so good for night life." And while Miss January has been known to dance a few nights away in Hollywood, her new home, she is still no wild thing. "I love to fish and cook and clean house. I'm a girl you could take home to your mother." A Christian girl whose phone machine message ends "God bless" and whose lingerie drawer is full of enticing lace and chiffon - a combination guaranteed to please every mother and every mother's son. That's Peggy McIntaggart. Back home in Penetanguishene, Peggy used to pull trout and bass out of Georgian Bay, an arm of Lake Huron. In winter, she had a speedier pursuit - motocross races on the frozen bay. Her dad worked as a cook on the cargo ships that traversed the Great Lakes, her mohter as a dietician in a hospital in nearby Midland. Money came and went. Mostly went. Peggy remembers cooking and cleaning for her four brothers and her cousins, with whom the McIntaggarts shared a house in bad times. She disliked school because, dressed in her cousins' hand-me-downs and slow to develop the figure seen here - "I was a late bloomer"- she felt ugly. She had barely begun b...
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