The next Friday I closed the pool. It took me a good hour of hard work after kicking all the customers out to hose down the locker rooms, adjust the chemical levels in the pool and everything. It was past seven but not quite dark by the time I locked the doors and walked out into the parking lot. And there, sitting in her convertible red mustang, was Tracey.

She looked up from her magazine or diary entry or whatever she was doing, gave me a huge, open-mouthed smile, and waved excitedly. "Hi Zoyd! Can I, like, give you a ride?"

Damn, I thought. That's brazen. I was so tempted. But still...

"Uh... I got my own car, actually," I answered, gesturing awkwardly at the only other car in the parking lot, a eight-year-old puke-green Ford Pinto. I walked a little closer to her.

"Oh, well, I totally wanted to show you something. What if we dropped your car off, and then you could drive my car for me and stuff?"

I was standing beside her convertible now and could look down into it, with a good view of her tan legs emerging from a flouncy mini skirt, her plump udders spilling out from her black-and-white halter top, on display for all to see. It was too much for any mere mortal to resist. Especially a horny 17-year-old.

"Um... OK. That sounds fun." I made an understatement.

"Why don't you follow me, and I can park my car near my house, and then we'll go on from there?"

She nodded eagerly and so off we went. After dropping off my piece-of-crap automobile, I got behind the wheel of her prime piece of machinery and drove off. She directed me into the foothills behind the campus, the same place Eva and I would go to have sex. I was enjoying driving a real car, and looked over at Tracey often, as she gazed at me with rapt attention in her large green eyes. "Go there," she said, pointing me onto a side road I knew dead-ended in an old rock quarry, then she abruptly clambered over her seat into the back. I glanced into the rear-view mirror, and saw her pulling at her clothes, twisting around in the back seat. "Don't look, " she whined, pouting at me with her full red lips. "Just keep driving until the road, like, ends, and then you'll get your surprise."

"OK, OK." I certainly had an idea of what I was going to get. The car wheels were crunching loose gravel now and the road grew narrower as the walls of the rock quarry rose up on each side of us. I slowed down but the walls suddenly opened up into a bowl-shaped enclosure and the road ended. The sun had dropped below the horizon and it was dramatically quiet as I switched the engine off.