"I really don't care about the kids getting a little action," he said, giving her a smile, "but if I didn't come up here and make them sit up in the cars, the daddy of every girl in town would be giving me hell during the council meeting. I guess they blame me if anybody gets knocked up." He pushed the powerful car on up the road, a plume of dust rising in the moonlit night behind.

The truth was, Jeany thought, that a lot of daddies probably suspected Uncle Bill himself. He was thirty-five and a bachelor and a notorious cocksman around town. Bill had done in a few high school girls before during his night patrol so it was rumored. Jeany couldn't really say if it was true or not. She was awful fond of Bill and usually ended up defending him. But at the same time she knew he was capable of getting in a girl's panties in short order. A brawny, good-looking guy who always drew looks from girls. Yeah, her uncle had probably sired a son or two in the county and there was no telling how many virgins he'd take care of. Jean squirmed in the seat thinking about it. Did Bill carry rubbers in the glove compartment? Did he use the front seat or back?

"You okay, sweetheart?" Bill asked. "You look nervous?"

"I'm okay." They were close to the top of the Point now and the road was narrowing. He pulled into the lot and his headlights fanned across the parked cars, heads bobbed up here and there.

"There's Nancy Hansfield with Buddy," Bill laughed. "If I know Buddy, he's already gotten a little. That kid don't waste time." Jeany blushed, her fingers tight on the arm rest a her Uncle stopped and swept his spotlight around. She felt a little sick in the stomach. She knew it was because she was overexcited. Her head spun.

"Would it be okay if I walk on up the path to the Point?" she asked, already pulling on the door handle. She had to have some air… had to!