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          I remember when summer used to smell like fresh-cut grass—

          As he jumps through the sprinkler, the lawn clippings stick stubbornly to bottoms of his bare feet. Tired with this game, he hurries across the hot pavement of the driveway, leaving a trail of tiny-wet footprints, and sits down on the porch step beside her. She tries to ignore him as he looks up at her inquisitively. Sandy-brown hair in a loose bouffant, glasses perched at the end of her nose, she is absorbed in a teen-romance novel. A Marlboro dangles from her free hand and The Doors are playing on her portable AM radio. Hello, I love you / Won’t you tell me your name?/ Hello, I love you / Let me jump in your game. She sighs, and flipping the ash from her cigarette, she acknowledges his presence out of the corner of her eye.

          “When are we going to the pool?” His brown eyes sparkle with charm.

          “You are so bad, you know that?” He grins up at her innocently and she laughs. “Okay, let me change and I will take you to the pool.” YAY! “God forbid–you might melt.” Closing her book, she digs the car keys out of her purse and tosses them to him. “You can listen to the radio, I’ll be right back” Keys? “And whatever you do—don’t start the car!” Who me? She gives him a fresh look like she might mean it this time. “And I mean it this time!” This time. He palms the car keys in his hand for a moment, and then smiling, bounds off the porch and out to the blue ‘65 Ford Galaxie sitting in the drive.

          He climbs anxiously into the front seat and slips the keys into the ignition–Welcome to the KLEO top 40 countdown! Llay your hands on the radio and squeeze my knobs as we begin tonight’s slide with Steppenwolf’s “Magic Carpet Ride! Sliding behind the steering wheel, he attempts to touch the pedals with his toes. Va-room, Va-room! He races the engine, signaling her that he has arrived and ready to go. She bursts out the front door. Her hair is still in a loose bouffant, but she has changed blouses and slipped into a black bikini top and a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans. Hopping into the car beside him, she gives him a quick kiss. Then sitting back in the seat, she shakes a cigarette out of a crumpled pack of Marlboros.

          “Let’s go,” she exhales. “If my parents see me with you again they’ill ground me for a month.”

          He grins mischievously and spinning the tires, whips the car out of the driveway and thunders down to the end of the block. Careening the corner, he barrels up the hill and pulls smoothly up to the stop sign at Main Street, the .427 rumbling beneath the hood. He looks to her for approval, and after exchanging smiles, turns cooly out onto the main drag joining the parade of black polished chrome moving in and out of the streetlights. Nothing more mattered in the world except this one hot, summer night electric with the finely-tuned pulse of modified engines, rock & roll and pheromones.

          She lay her head out the window and lets the wind undo her hair. The car is filled with the scent of hairspray. Her features caressed by the passing streetlights, he cannot help but notice the shadows beneath her blouse. “What are you looking at?” She teases, and slides across the seat to his side. He can feel the warmth of her thigh against his. Nuzzling into his ear, she whispers warmly “I bet I know what you want,” and moves her hand slowly up the inside of his pants leg.. Although her untamed hair hides the intent in her eyes, as she lay her head in his lap, the magnitude of her objective is revealed by the dashboard lights. His very being is filled with a throbbing expectation, and yet as she envelops his eager imagination with something wet and wild and wonderful, the sum of his fantasy explodes prematurely.

          “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!”

          She snaps at him through the window. “I told you–not to start the car!” She jerks at the door handle frantically and he moves quickly to the other side of the vehicle. As she slides in behind the steering wheel he cannot help but stare at the shapely shadows of her bikini beneath her blouse. “And just what do you think you’re looking at?” She teases deliberately. A little stunned that his infatuation is found out, it suddenly occurs to him that there are no secrets between them, nor would there ever be. Exchanging knowing glances, he smiles sheepishly and she laughs out loud. “You are so bad, you know that?” Slipping the car into reverse, she backs out of the drive and they head towards the pool.

          I remember when summer used to smell like fresh-cut grass—