Four Cars and Stadium Lights

The quarter moon is reflecting off the peaceful lake. The spring night air is a little chilled . Headlights slowly approaching up the only road that goes this far back. All that is back here in this site is a clearing and of course the local teenagers call it "inspiration point". The only natural sounds heard are the peaceful waves rolling onto the shore, crickets, and the cool breeze through the trees. This peace is interrupted by the stereo from the oncoming car. The music plays, Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?
Then the car comes to a stop between two pine trees that are overlooking the lake. The engine was turned off and the music stopped playing. In the moonlight, it was the trees, the lake, the car and its two occupants. It was a boy and a girl, and soon as the cars engine stopped, the boys heart started. He slid across the bench seat of car and started kissing the girl. This was the first pitch and he hit a line drive double up the middle. Within seconds he was giving her the tongue and had his hands in her shirt. They were so deeply entwined in their youthful passion that they didn’t realize that a second car was approaching.

We have a man on second and a batter at the plate, a classic duel between pitcher versus batter, young love versus young lust, hormone against hormone. This car drives up and parks by another group of pine trees, not completely oblivious to the other car but far enough away for their own privacy. The boy, the batter, looks at the pitcher and he also sees her inviting, but nervous eyes and he also slides across the front seat of his car. The pitch is singled into left field and the runner advances to third base. The other couple is at third base because he managed to get his girl out of her shirt and has her pants unfastened.

In both cars the windows are getting fogged up, when the next batter steps up to the lake. The third car drives up and they too find a place to park, in between the two cars already there. The confrontation starts again. The girl looks at the batter and gives him a look of “Why in the world would you bring me here?” The boy fumbles around for the right thing to do. He decides the best thing to do was to keep the car running and turn the radio on. He turns in his seat and faces the girl, he sees how beautiful she is in the light of the moon and he is beginning to doubt that this was the right thing to do, but...

He nervously speaks, “Charlotte, you are so beautiful.” The girl smiles.

“You are not like all the other girls at school”, he says to her, she fidgets in her seat a little. She runs her tongue across her upper lip and then she gently bites down on her lower lip.

He slowly reaches out and feels her hair, he says, “Your hair is so soft, and you smell so sweet.” She reaches over and gives him a kiss on the cheek, and before she has a chance to straighten herself back up he grabs her and returns her kiss. She pulls away from him.

“Sorry Ken,” Charlotte says, “I’m not ready for this sort of thing”. There you have it folks the count on the batter is three balls and one strike. He is not defeated, he still has a chance and right now the odds are in his favor. He taps the bat on his cleats, then taps the plate and puts the bat in the ready position. “Charlotte,” he begins, “I am sorry.”

“Ken,” she replies, “I am sorry too” and she once again reaches across the car and kisses him. The batter is walked. The man on third base stays where he is, the man on first has advanced to having his hands buried in his girls shirt and the next car drives up...slowly. This car is driving real slow up this dirt road. The crowd anticipates the arrival of the next batter, and he is in the batter box picking out the best approach to use on his drive down to inspiration point. He parks his car, looks at the pitcher and makes a couple practice swings with his bat. He gives that look, bases loaded, no one out, someone is going to score tonight.

There is movement in the dugout now, as the fifth car makes their excursion down this lake road. Headlights seem brighter than the other cars, as they dart into each of the cars. The occupants are only aware that there is lights somewhere shining. They are to engrossed with what they are doing to really care. The car with the bright lights is now in place. The driver has something on his chest that is reflecting the moonlight. This person, the only person in this car, reaches forward and grabs something in his hand and then with his finger flips a switch up. Blue and red lights begin to flash as he...
The officer in the police car turns on the flood light and using the pa system.

“Ladies and Gentleman” says the officer, “this game is called due to the fact that you are all trespassing”. This I believe is the world’s first triple play amongst teenagers at inspiration point.

The End

* the song lyrics are from (Paradise by the Dashboard Lights by Meatloaf)