A starry night. A lake. A parked car. And a man and a woman, who are only interested in each other.
The woman is gently stroking the exposed chest hairs poking out of the man's unbuttoned shirt. She softly coos, "Oh, I never thought I would ever be here with you. It's like a dream come true.
"A dream come true," the man softly repeats.
The woman stares up into his eyes as she says, "I've wanted it to be like this, since the first time I saw you. I will never forget that moment. You completely took my breath away."
"That's how I felt the first time I saw you. But I never dreamed that you would feel the same way about me."
"Why wouldn't I? You are the sexiest man I've ever seen. And believe me, I've seen a lot."
"Yeah, I sort of heard about that."
"Tell me the truth, does it bother you? All the men that I've been with. There have been quite a few, especially if you count that time the circus was in town."
"Hey, I look at it this way. Practice makes perfect."
The woman is almost near tears, but they are tears of joy. "Oh, I love you. I love you more than I have ever, ever, ever loved anyone before."
"Ditto."
"Then take me, you big hunk of man. Take me now."
The man does just as the woman has commanded, and soon the two of them have become a sweaty, entangled one.
And then, another car pulls up to the lake and parks nearby..
"I don't know about this, Nola. Don't you think we might be a little too old to park?"
"Oh, Quint. I think it would be fun. And just think, we won't have to worry about anyone interrupting us."
"Well now that you put it that way," Quinton says as he reaches for Nola. But before they embrace, he sees an incredible sight over his shoulder. "Nola, look over there. In that other car. Isn't that your 'boyfriend' Tom with another woman?"
"You are never going to let me live that down, are you?" Nola asks as she turns around to look. "Oh, my God. It is. Quint, I think I'm going to be sick. I know I said I wanted to come to the lake to see a big, shiny moon, but that's not the moon I was talking about. Come on, let's get out of here."
"Wait, Nola. Can you make out what that is on the dashboard of his car?"
"I don't know. Those mirrors are pretty steamed up." Nola leans out the window to get a better look. "Oh, my God. Quinton. It's a name tag with 'Reva' on it."
"No. You don't think?"
"Hey, how many 'Reva's' could there be in Springfield? Poor Buzz, poor Josh, poor Alan. Poor anyone that has to look at this. Quinton, I think we need to get out of here, while I still have the capability to keep down solid foods."
"Well, okay. But you don't want to go back to the boarding house, do you? Bridget and Marcus are there."
"And J's at the dig site, right?"
"Yes. I guess we could just call it a night."
"No way. Nothing doing. Hand me your cellular phone."
"What are you doing?"
"Something we should have thought of a long time ago," Nola says taking the phone and punching in three numbers.
"Springfield information," the voice on the other end answers.
"Yes, could you please give me the number and the address for the local Motel Six."
The End