One Black and Foggy Night

chromedRAT · Jan 26, 2004

well, man, when ya sit in the cab and yell engine noises, they work pretty good haven't gotten it running yet, but he's not too far away. he wants to take the cab off and box the whole frame in and fix the 4 link he put in the back, should be a neat truck. it was his dad's before him, and has been rodded since the 60s before that. he was going to try to go the 20 inch wheels route, but has gotten pretty tired of that as of late, and will be going a more traditional route! should be pretty nice. thanks again!

Bigcheese327 · Jan 26, 2004

It seems rather redundant at this point but thanks for the story, I laughed myself sick. Geeze, I love the HAMB.

VonDad · Jan 26, 2004

I love this place. There are times when the stories make me 17 again. Thanks for the great read.

My girl at the time was Cathy. Ridin in my 61 chrysler. We went out Rickey road off Noland, and found an old lane leading to an abandoned house. The old Chrysler went up the lane just fine. We had some quality time together and were sitting and listening to the radio and talking when the proverbial moo cow stuck its head in the passenger window. Both of us nearly pee'd ourselves.

Then the Chrysler managed to get stuck in the only mudhole in the entire area. Backed right into it. Got muddy as hell trying to push it out. No luck. So we walked hand in hand up the road, and found a farmer with a tractor and he came to pull us out.

Never said a word just grinned all the way there as we rode on the back of the tractor. Course her skin tight white pants and halter top probably had a lot to do with the grin. He wouldn't even take any money he just grinned and shook his head as he drove away.

We stayed there for a while, walked around the old house and barn. Spent some more quality time together in the barn and the car again. She sure like that quality time.

So this post about the perfect spot, bare breastes, just made me think of the green over white 61 Chrysler with the backseat the size of a queen bed, Skin tight white slacks and a white halter. Creamy skin, Quality and I mean Quality time, with a pretty girl...

Thanks again for the memories. I think I'll call Cathy and say hello. Or Becky... Or Deb...

Memories are good. Chryslers are also very good....

Have a good one guys.
VonDad

river1 · Jan 28, 2004

BTTT so i can read it later

later jim

thirty7slammed · Nov 27, 2008

C9 said: ↑

One Black and Foggy Night

Maybe fiction, maybe not ... Ill let you decide....

And perhaps this little story should have been called the Single Six, the cow, the nylons and the Starlight. One black and foggy night doesnt even begin to describe it. Even if it was a little foggy and almost black.

It was all about life on the coast and even a little bit about romance, but the biggest thing
was, was that it was quick and it was strange. Lotta wass there, but thats what it was. Maybe I shouldnt be writing this stuff after a couple of brandys, but thems the breaks....

Sometimes, runnin the coast in my dropped in front, dark shade of black 53 Ford coupe, little stock hubcaps, whitewalls and sweet sounding pipes, all of which was about it for the big time hot rod stuff ... life could be pretty good. Simple, but good.

Every now and then, cruising the Rincon and runnin next to the beach, the phosphorescence would be in and youd be slidin down Highway 101 a little after midnight, locked in at a flat 55 per and watching the eerie lime green glow of the breaking waves in the pitch black night. Just sittin there, radio playing softly, listening to the sweet sounds of the glasspacks and the quiet flow of air around the car, wondering about life, thinking interesting thoughts about the sensuous young woman sitting beside you and all the while leaving beautiful Santa Barbara behind, headed east for Ventura. Sometimes though, youd get lucky and if your date was of like mind, youd be looking for a place to park. A really good place.

Some of the guys ... guys who I thought were smart, seemed like they were always getting caught by the cops. Most times with their dates less than fully dressed. Theyd pull over almost anywhere the mood struck them. Truth was, parking places along the coast proper, a good parking place, a parking place where you werent going to get bothered at the least or scared spitless at the most when the officer shined his flashlight in the window cuz you didnt even see him pull up and park cuz you were ... busy ... yeah, thats it ... busy. Those places were few and far between, but for a guy who paid attention, they were there.

You know whats funny about all this cops vs. the lovers stuff? No one I knew, including me, ever got told to go home after getting busted by the men in blue. They always told us to go somewhere else.

Anyway ... Id been watching this nice girl off and on for a while. Nice in manner, nice in looks and simply put, pretty damn nice. Well just call her Dixie here. Not her name, but itll do.
Now Dixie, a girl Id seen around and tried not to think about too much cuz I didnt think I stood a chance with her, somewhere along the line she got interested in me. Sorta flattering it was, but the first I learned about it was when she gave me a pair of green & white fuzzy angora dice shed knit. I didnt know what to think about that, but it did set me to thinking.

I carried the dice to the next class and was fortunate to have one of the Bobo twins explain to me just what it did mean. The Bobo twins, a couple of nice girls, both smart as all get out and Ill be darned if I know how they ended up being called the Bobo twins, but they didnt seem to mind. They were so darned good looking, no one else seemed to mind either. Heck, I felt privileged just to have one of them talk to me. Having both of them talk to you at the same time could be kinda mind boggling. More than a few times I saw the two of them talking to one guy and you could see that it was a one sided conversation. Theyd be talking and hed be nodding his head up and down with this totally doofus smile on his face. The Bobos sorta had that effect on a guy. I dont know if it was their winning smiles, total good looks or the way they filled out their sweaters.

I dont know what Bobo translates to in your neck of the woods, but in our school it meant nothing but good. Good like in desirable, bitchin or any other mellifluous descriptive term you want to use. Sometimes, when one of them walked by, everything came to a halt. Everything. Boys and girls. The boys would be standing there like a pack of dogs with their tongues hanging out and the girls would be quiet and watching. A few of the girls disapproved of the Bobos, but most of the girls liked them just fine - they really were nice girls - and more than a few girls secretly or even outwardly wished they were like the Bobos. Especially in the looks department.

The Bobos had names, nice ones, but the only time you used them was if you were talking to them and not about them. Not that we had much to talk about in talking about them, but as good looking as they were it was kinda hard not to say something when they walked by. I guess they were like any other twins with parents who had a sense of humor. At least their old man did the way I heard it. One was named Merrilee and the other Darralee. At least I think thats the way it shook out.

The Bobo twin who talked to me about Dixie and the dice was Merrilee. Id had a crush on Merrilee for a long while, but it was one of those long distance deals. You know, kinda like grade school where you had a secret girl friend. Secret girl friends being those girls you secretly admired. At least you did until you were dumb enough to tell somebody your little secret and then the teasing started. Which of course made you drop that particular secret girl friend by simply stating, Do not! The do not meaning you didnt really like her. Even if youd told someone minutes before that you did. Sometimes grade school survival hinged on a quick lie. The relationship, what there was of it, was easily taken care of. Once the secret was out you had to get yourself another secret girl friend. Easily done, cuz the girl in question never knew anyway, so what the heck. Nothing like having your pick of the school beauties....

So after talking to Merrilee and finding out the gift of the dice was a bit of a love offering, the light dawned and I asked Dixie out. Pretty innocent stuff even if her dad did a little of that askance looking stuff when he asked where I was taking his daughter and I was stupid enough to tell him the truth. The 101 Drive In. Drive In like in movies. The passion pit, the dance floor for the horizontal mambo, the ... well, you get the drift.

I guess her old man figured if I was dumb enough to admit we were heading for the Drive In then maybe I was too dumb to figure out what to do when we got there. Maybe true, maybe not.
Dixie had it figured out though. She damned near kissed my lips off. I had no idea you could kiss a girl for three hours straight or however damn long it was. Im not saying I didnt enjoy it, but it was a whole new experience for me.

Talk about chapped lips, I felt like Id laid a big smacker on a sanding belt. Not that there was anything wrong with Dixie, other than her more than serious zeal for kissing. Damn. By the time we got to the end of that, I was ready to go home. Screw second base or whatever the hell it was.

That was the one and only date Dixie and I went on. To be fair, maybe I should have offered to give the dice back, but Id grown kinda used to them hanging there on the mirror and I liked the little fact that the dice made a statement that I couldnt make myself. The little statement being that here was a guy that girls liked. Some girls anyway. Dixie never said anything about the dice and it wasnt long until I saw another pair of half finished knit dice hanging out of her purse and figured she was getting ready for the next guy. Not sure how all that worked out, but Dixie was an ok gal and to a small extent I was sorry that I wasnt the right guy for her. It was gonna be interesting though. Interesting to see how the next guy made out and maybe even see if he bought out the Chapstick supply at the ASB store in the cafeteria. Damn, I think I was licking my lips for three days straight after the date with Dixie. Lord knows how the next guy was gonna fare.

So after the Dixie deal, Id wander into Mrs. Christiansens English class, sit down next to Merrilee, glance over, get a nice smile in return and sit there like it didnt make any difference. Sometimes I was so damn cool that I was stupid. Totally stupid. I kept telling myself, this girl likes you. She doesnt smile at anyone else like she does you. At least not in English.

I wasnt dumb though. Slow maybe and after a couple of months went by, I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. Like somebody said, all she could say was no. Well ... I knew that already. It was getting your heart trampled on that hurt. And once I thought about it a little bit, I realized that girls almost always turned down a date with the utmost grace. At least they did if the guy was serious and polite to start with.

One of the best looking cheerleaders on the squad said yes to a date with a totally geeky guy just because some of the guys were waiting for her to say no and then they could start razzing him. She knew what was going on and said yes to their complete surprise and she especially surprised the geeky guy whod screwed up his courage and asked her out in front of God and everybody. In fact, after that first date, she decided she kinda liked him and much to the dismay of some of the guys who felt they were Gods gift to women, she took to running around with him. The two of them showing up together at football games, sock hops and the Christmas formal as well as at the beach on the good days of winter. We all started looking at the geeky guy with different eyes. Maybe there was more to this wimmin stuff than we suspected. I mean, if a totally geeky guy could end up with a girl like that, maybe there was a chance for us plain old sorta respectable and not too bad looking guys. Maybe true, maybe not, but we had hope and more than a few of us started asking out girls that wed thought about asking out in the past, but decided theyd probably say no and why bother. Somewhere in here we were learning that the girls didnt always decide on accepting a proposition just because the guy was a handsome devil. Bein a handsome devil didnt hurt, but we were finding it wasnt always necessary.

So with me finally getting up the courage to ask Merrilee out, the toughest part was getting her to slow down long enough to talk to me between classes. The Bobo twins were smart girls, got good grades and didnt waste time between classes. Once I got her stopped somewhere between English and math class, tripped over my tongue and stumbled through my little speech, Merrilee said ok, told me to meet her after school and wed talk about it some more.

After school was no big deal. For a while there I wasnt sure exactly what was gonna happen, but all it was, was ironing out the details, deciding where to go, the time and all that critical date stuff.

Our first date was interesting. Simple, but interesting. We went to the Ventura theater on a Saturday night, sat in the balcony through a double feature, drank cokes, shared popcorn and held hands. I was floating along in seventh heaven, but Merrilee seemed sorta matter of fact about it all. Not bored or anything, just that shed been down that road before.

I took her home, walked her to the door as a young gentleman was expected to do and instead of going for the good night kiss when she paused at the door, I asked her out for the following Saturday night. Her response absolutely floored me.

She asked, Got a gun?

I said, A gun?

Thats right, a gun.

You mean a real gun?

Yes, a real gun. One that shoots real bullets.

Yes, I have a Ruger 22 six shooter. An old Single Six my cousin left behind when he went into the Army.

Good. Bring it with you tomorrow when you pick me up.

Pick you up?

Yes, pick me up. Ill pack a picnic lunch and you be here at noon.

Noon?

Yes, noon. Are you an echo?

Echo?

Never mind, just be here at noon. And bring the gun.

With that said, she pressed herself against me, laid a smacker on me that lasted about three seconds, smiled, turned and went inside. Jeezus ... that three second kiss said more than three hours of locking lips with Dixie at the Drive In ever did. For a few seconds I didnt know what to think, but after that kiss, Id have delivered damn near anything to Merrilees door. All she had to do was ask.

I thought the request for a gun was strange, but Merrilee was a good girl far as I knew and I didnt think we were gonna embark on a life of crime or anything like that. Even so, it looked to be interesting.

Sunday morning dawned, bright and clear and fairly warm all things considered. I dug out the six shooter and after a bit of rooting around, I found three boxes of bullets and figured that oughta do it.

I got cleaned up, put on a pair of levis, a button down short sleeved cotton shirt tucked in, a pair of loafers with white socks and that was about it for me as far as fashion went. I stuck the gun and bullets in the pockets of my jacket, rolled it up, walked through the house and out the back door where I saw mom watering her roses. Dad was long gone to the golf course.

Mom looked at me and said, Kind of warm for a jacket isnt it?

Yes it is mom, but like youre always telling me, be prepared.

She smiled and went back to her watering. Geez ... I hoped the next thing she heard wasnt that her son was sitting in jail cuz hed been caught with a gun.

Actually, guns at the time were no big deal. More than a few times my friends and I would walk through town with our 22 rifles, headed for the hills and no one seemed to mind. Once in a while a cop would stop and ask if the guns were unloaded and they always were. Wed heard about a few who were caught with loaded guns in town and they paid dearly for it. Guns confiscated, arrested, mom and dad had to drag down to the police station and once you got out there would be hell to pay at home. Not to mention you didnt see the gun again for a long time.

Pistols though, pistols were a whole other story. Trick with them was to pack em away in the trunk and not get em out until you got to where the shooting was going to take place. The locking the pistol in the trunk bit a rule I followed religiously.

I pulled up to Merrilees house and she was sitting on the porch swing waiting for me. When she got up, I saw that she was wearing blue twill shorts and a white button front cotton blouse. A pair of tennis shoes with bobby sox and that was it. The weather was warm enough for shorts and the shorts werent really short, they were what women usually wore in hot weather, but on Merrilee ... son of a bitch .... I wasnt sure the blouse buttons were gonna hold up to the duty they were gonna be called upon to perform either. I guess I forgot to mention that Merrilee and her sister looked like theyd climbed onto the maturity bandwagon long before the other girls heard it was in town. They had curves. Everywhere.

Merrilee smiled, got up walked down the walk with picnic basket in hand, stopped by the car door and asked, Did you bring the gun?

I wasnt sure exactly what she had in mind and just nodded my head up and down. Geez ... it was hard enough to talk to this girl when she was fully dressed. Wearing shorts ... wow. She really had a pair of legs, but the best part was her terrific smile. It seemed like the whole room lit up when she smiled. I know, we were outside, but she kinda had that effect on a guy. I still couldnt believe I was here with her.

She didnt say another word about the gun until after wed driven out to the beach and up along the riverbed, parked, ate lunch and were sitting on a blanket in a most private place. I didnt think anyone knew about the little bamboo grove Id found a long time back. Easy to walk to, it looked at first like it could be a tough drive. Not too many were willing to take a chance on getting stuck, but Id found there was only a short blast across some soft sand to get there and after that it was mostly good dirt road all the way.

Anyway, Merrilee asked if she could shoot the gun and since we were in one of the best spots around for plinking there was, I didnt have a problem with it. She had a pretty good handle on shooting the darned thing, sent the tin can targets flying with just about every shot and it was enough for me to load it up and watch her pop off the rounds. After the first box I thought shed be bored with it, but she wasnt.

About halfway through the third and last box she said, Wed better save some of these.

What for? I asked.

In case we need them. she said.

I wasnt sure what wed need them for, but it wasnt long until I found out. I say not long, but it was the following weekend when we had a date for the Drive In.

All she said there was, Bring the gun.

I did, but I had it locked away in the trunk. Surprising to me, she never said a thing about it when I picked her up or while we were at the Drive In.

So thats the way our dates went for a while. Id ask her out, shed tell me to bring the gun,
Id tell her I would put it in the car - actually it stayed in the trunk, but it was buried away pretty good - wed go out to the show, walk in or drive in, cruise over to Fosters Freeze or Merles Drive In after the show, see what was happening, check out the latest fast car or hot rod or custom and go home where she would lay one of those killer three second kisses on me.

I dont know about you, but that was enough to keep me going. There was a whole lot implied in those brief little kisses. I hated to admit it to myself, but I looked forward to those few seconds of bliss every Saturday night more than Id ever looked forward to anything. Christmas ... Birthdays ... Anything....

The time finally came when I learned what she wanted the gun for. Id felt like our relationship was pretty normal stuff. All except for her asking if the gun was in the car. I figured Id cross that bridge when I came to it and if she wanted to do something seriously illegal shed be on her own. I was smitten, but not that smitten. Still though, I was curious what she wanted with the gun, but never asked. It was all about those Saturday night good night kisses, ya know? Sure you do....

There were a lot of good places around Ventura to park with a beautiful young woman although we werent doing much parking. Holding hands at the show and the good night kisses were about it.

Until the night we got a Pizza at Tonys down by the Mission after the show and she suggested we drive up the hill to the V way up above the town, park, eat pizza, drink beer and watch the city lights. I was wondering where we were gonna get beer, but didnt say anything. Once we got parked and to my absolute surprise, she pulled a couple cans of beer out of her purse and plunked em down on the seat between us. Shed swiped em out of her folks fridge.

My thinking was calm and simple. You know, hot pizza, beer and a lovely young woman parked with me in a somewhat deserted place. Life just couldnt have gotten any better. Hell, I didnt care if the beer was a touch warm. The night looked to be more than interesting.

Right up until wed eaten our fill of the pizza, drank the beer and I was kinda settling back in the seat with modest expectations and high hopes.

Merrilee smiled, opened the glove box, looked inside and asked, Wheres the gun?

Wheres the gun?

Yes, the gun. Wheres the gun?

Its in the trunk.

Well, get it out.

Here?

Yes, here.

Were too close to the houses to be shooting.

I know that. Get it out, put it in the glove box and Ill tell you why.

So I got the damn thing out, bullets and all. I figured bullets would be the next thing she asked for so I may as well get them out now.

First thing she asked was, Is it loaded?

No. Its not loaded.

Well, load it and then put it in the glovebox.

I dont think its a good idea to have a loaded gun in the car and its not a real good idea to keep it in the glovebox.

Why?

Why what?

Why do you think its a bad idea to keep it in the glovebox?

Geez Merrilee. Thats the first place a cops gonna look.

Well, youve gotten tickets before havent you.

Yes.

Did the cop look in the glove box then?

No.

Well he wont look next time either.

Ok, but why do you want a loaded gun in the car?

Remember Bobby Scott? The guy I used to date.

Yeah...

Well, one night we were parked down at the beach in the pier parking lot and this bum just walked up right next to the car and looked in the window. He scared me to death.

Maybe so Merrilee, but you cant go shooting people just cuz they scared you.

I know, that wasnt the bad part. After that, I didnt want to park down by the pier anymore so I had Bobby take us down to the river by the Montalvo golf course. It was a little bit scary, but at least we werent going to have a bum stick his face in the window and scare us to death.

So if the bum by the pier wasnt the bad part, what was?

Well ... we were parked down by the river, Bobby was kissing me and I looked up and saw a cow stick her face through the open window and look in. It scared me so bad that I just freaked out. I started screaming and got a little hysterical and I almost couldnt stop. Bobby was nice about it, but the next day he told his friends and they started teasing me so I broke up with him.

Ok, but you cant go around shooting cows either.

I know, but I feel better just knowing the gun is there.

So that was sort of an interesting night. Not a whole lot of necking going on, but Id learned a few things. At least she wasnt going to have me headed down the rough and rocky road of crime. I figured for a while there shed want to knock over a liquor store or something, but she was such a sweet girl I found it hard to believe she would do such a thing. It was nice to know that all it was, was a fear. A pretty well grounded one. I think a bum sticking his face in the window would have scared me half to death. Thats kind of the way things went for a while. I left the gun in the glove box and she pretty much quit asking about it.

Somewhere along the line Id learned that you could impress a girl pretty well if you took them to Santa Barbara for dinner and a show. The dinner didnt have to be anything fancy. If you were early enough you could eat dinner at the coffee shop on the pier or do the seafood bit at Castagnolas at the bottom of State Street. The best part was going to the movies at the Fox Theater. It was a classy place that looked like it was patterned after an opera house in Italy or Spain. Taking a date to the show there never failed to impress.

I guess I figured Id take our relationship a step up from the usual Saturday night at the movies and a coke afterward at Fosters Freeze or Merles Drive In. Seemed like it paid off as well. Merrilee was in a good mood after dinner at Carrillos, a nice restaurant with great food a little ways up State Street from Highway 101 and the show at the more than nice Fox Theater was the topper to it all.

We were rolling home along the coast, headed east in the soft dark, the sky lit with stars and the phosphorescence in the water making the breaking waves glow with a soft lime colored light. She was leaning on my shoulder and singing softly along with the radio. She had a good voice and it was most pleasant.

When we hit the bottom of Carpinteria grade near County Line Beach, she said, Lets stop and watch the ocean for a while.

Ok.

Do you know a good spot? Somewhere the cops arent going to bother us?

I have just the place.

I did too. I knew about the entrance to the cattle ranch just up from the oil company where dad worked. Nobody was around so I swung the 53 across the other two lanes of the three lane highway, went up the short run of asphalt, rolled across the railroad tracks that paralleled the coast highway, through the wide opening in the brush, turned left and drove about a hundred yards west down to a large opening in the brush, turned left again and parked. We were facing south, looking out over the ocean and the car was well hidden by the tall brush. We couldnt be seen from the highway or by an oil company worker going through the gate and up to the wells on the hill behind. It was, the perfect place.

Somehow, things seemed different. I felt like we were at a point in our relationship where things were going to change. They did, but I didnt have a clue as to how much they were going to change. Even so, I was willing to go along with wherever she wanted to go.

Along with the change, that was the end of the little three second goodnight kisses that implied so much and left so many other things unsaid. Wed parked before, but never like this. Usually a few kisses and hugs along with a lot of talking. And to be fair I got to do as much talking as she did.

Outside the car, the ocean was lost in the blackness of the night. Inside, we were warm and comfortable. The radio was playing softly, the panel light gave off a gentle glow of illumination that lit the inside of the car with a soft, almost pastel colored light and Merrilee looked more beautiful than Id ever seen her. I was totally awed, Id never seen anything like it. She didnt say a word.

I reached out to her, she turned toward me, kissed me and it seemed like no time until we were completely lost in one another. Lost to the point where I had her dress and slip off and was fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Id heard guys talk about popping the damn things loose with one hand, but I couldnt budge it with two hands. She took mercy on me though. She reached around back, popped it loose and with a shrug of her shoulders the bra slid down her arms, ended up lying on the floor and her breasts were ... right there. Right there in front of me. It was beyond my wildest dreams. I couldnt hardly believe it, Id imagined what they would be like, but I didnt have a clue. Even today I cant begin to explain it. Perfection comes to mind and the best part was, we were still on a roll.

I started fumbling with the clip or whatever the hell you call the garter belt thingy that held her nylons up. I was on the road to the promised land and I wasnt gonna let a little thing like that stop me. I popped one loose, reached for the other, she sat up, looked at the drivers side window and screamed. I looked over and felt like screaming myself. There was a goddamned cow face right up against the glass and looking in the window. That wasnt the bad part. It would light up and go dark, light up and go dark, light up and go dark and now it seemed the whole car was lighting up. I didnt see Merrilee get the gun out of the glove box and I didnt know what the hell was happening even after she started shooting. Right in front of me and I didnt think to grab her hand. All I was trying to do was lean back in the seat, way back and stay out of the line of fire. The old Ruger, which really wasnt that old was a single action. Just like the old six shooters the cowboys in the movies used and it had to be cocked every time you fired it. I dont know where the hell Merrilee learned to fan the hammer with the trigger held down. I sure as hell never showed her that little trick. She emptied all six shots at the window before I had a chance to say anything. Trouble was, the window was rolled up and the next thing that happened was, the cow reared up or back or whatever the hell it was, cut around the front of the car and went running up the tracks to the west like a one cow stampede. Next thing we knew the whole world lit up, the concussion from the noise hit us like a bomb going off, the car shook and the cow went flying across the hood in front of us and disappeared out of sight. When my mind returned to some semblance of normalcy, I realized it was the Southern Pacific Coast Starlight passenger train roaring by at 70 - 75 per about twenty feet away.

I looked over at Merrilee and she was gone. I looked in the back seat, no Merrilee. I flipped on the headlights, got out of the car and there she was, just a few feet from the right front fender. She was screaming, standing there in the cold night air, just standing there screaming wearing nothing but her high heels, nylons and panties. Her breasts bobbled up and down with each scream and the bad part was, she was waving the gun around. I wasnt real sure it was empty and I didnt know whether to stand there and look or try to get the gun away from her.

I finally started thinking rationally. Kinda hard to do for a while there. My heart was going about nine hunnert miles an hour and Merrilee standing there half undressed didnt make it any easier. I walked over, put my arms around her and pulled the gun gently out of her hand. When I looked up at the rapidly disappearing Starlight I could see the light from the Mars headlight or whatever the hell you call it waving around and realized that was what caused the cows face as well as the interior of the car to light up and go dark. If we hadnt been parked down in the brush like we were we probably would have realized the train was coming. As it was, the train was right on top of us before we knew what was happening.

I let go of Merrilee and held the car door open for her. I hated to do it, but the fun and games were over and it was a touch chilly out. After that little escapade, thoughts about sex were forgotten ... well ... more for her than for me, but I wasnt going to push her.

I shut the door, walked around to the drivers side, got in and shut the headlights off. Merrilee was sitting there in the dim glow of the panel light and not saying anything. She looked like she was going to start crying. That made about as much sense as anything else considering what had gone on in the last couple of minutes. When I looked a little closer I could see her eyes were closed and she was holding her hands in her lap. She didnt seem bothered in the least that she was still half dressed. It looked like her mind was far, far away. And if not far away, completely lost in thought. It wasnt long until the tears started rolling down her face. She didnt make a sound, she just sat there. Right up till then, it had been sorta pleasant even if it was a little confusing ... ok ... a whole lot confusing....

I said, Merrilee, you need to get dressed.

She turned, looked at me and said, I know.

She didnt seem in any particular hurry to get dressed and finally she said, Leave.

Leave?

Yes, leave. Start the car and get me out of here. I dont want to be here anymore.

I fired up the car, turned the heater blower on, reached over the back seat and retrieved her slip and dress off the back seat, set it down between us, leaned down and picked her bra up off the floor and put it in her lap.

I waited for her to start getting dressed, she sat there not saying a word and tears were still running down her cheeks.

Finally I said, Merrilee, get dressed.

She said, I will, just start driving.

Kinda strange to say the least, but whatever she wanted was ok with me. I backed out, turned east, drove down to the crossing and stopped. Geez ... there was the dead cow lying across the little dirt road and there was no way to go around it. Merrilee looked at me and I looked at her and didnt say a word. It was kinda tough to meet her eye to eye cuz she was still bare breasted and as appealing as ever if not more so.

Merrilee looked at me, got a little mad and said, Drive over the damn thing.

I cant Merrilee, its clear across the road.

Yes you can, just take a run at it.

No I cant. The car will get hung up and then well be sitting on a dead cow.

Well, do you want to sit here until someone finds us and then puts two and two together?

No.

She sat there looking at me and I was looking at her. I wasnt exactly sure what she was thinking, but me trying to put together a sensible plan of attack was kinda tough with her sitting there like she was.

She said, Are you worried about scratching the cars paint?

Not really.

Well theres room to drive into the brush a little ways and then all youll have to drive over is the cows legs.

That seemed reasonable. I was pretty sure someone would be along before too long. It didnt seem the Starlight engineer would have missed the sound of the engine hitting the cow. He probably saw it as well. Dont know why, the whole thing made me think about cowcatchers. The Starlight didnt catch any cows, but it knocked em out of the way pretty good.

Merrilee sat up on the edge of the seat, I put the car in gear and thought about what I was going to do. The brush was about six feet high and I figured better to plow right on through than do the pussyfoot bit and get stuck in the brush. Jeezus ... never in a million years did I think Id be in a car out in the middle of nowhere with a more than beautiful bare breasted woman and about to run over a cow. Even if it was just the cows legs I was running over.

I revved up the engine and took a little run at it. It worked out pretty good considering. The brush didnt let the car go in too deep and we ended up running over the cows back legs a little higher up than I thought. Besides the cracking and crunching sounds along with the noise the brush made on the side of the car, the only bad moment was when the rear tire spun on the cow and the car went a little sideways. Burning rubber on a dead cow was way down on the list of things I never thought Id think about.

I guess I got the guiltys then. I went across the tracks, rolled to the bottom of the little hill, checked for traffic and took off for Ventura. And Merrilee was still sitting there bare breasted and hadnt made a move to get dressed. I had mixed emotions about that. I mean, the view was great, no doubt about that, but I was a little guilty and figured we were gonna get stopped by the cops before too much longer.

When we crossed the Rincon railroad bridge, I took one last look at Merrilee and somehow I knew this was the last time Id ever see her this way and determined to stick the more than delightful sight into my memory. A pleasant remembrance for a cold night I suppose.

Merrilee looked at me and started to say something, I said, Get dressed Merrilee. Were gonna be in town in just a minute.

She didnt say anything, put on her bra, put her slip on over her head, got it squared away, pulled the dress over her head and was getting that squared away and then she pulled the dress and slip darned near up to her waist and was twisting things around so they were just right or comfortable or something. I guess I was watching too close and when I looked up I wasnt far from hitting the abutment on the Ventura River bridge. I cranked on the steering wheel so hard that the car started into a slide and when I overcorrected it went into a slide the other way. I got it squared away after that one, looked at the end of the bridge and there was one of Venturas finest sitting there in his black and white cop car with an expression on his face like he couldnt believe what he was seeing.

The cop car fired up, the red lights went on, the headlights went on and right there I knew I was screwed. I didnt even try to play the innocent. I pulled over near the Cottage Café and sat there waiting. Didnt take long, it was just a couple of seconds and the cop car was pulled in behind us and the officer got out. I looked at the side window and there were six bullet holes through it, about three inches down from the top and they were all so close together a dollar bill would have covered them. I couldnt believe I hadnt seen it until now. I cranked the window down, hoping all the while I wasnt looking like a madman winding away on the window crank.

The cop walked up, said, Step out of the car.

I did. He shined a flashlight in my face and asked, Been drinking?

No sir.

What are you doing out this late?

Coming back from the show in Santa Barbara sir.

Let me guess. You took your date to the Fox theater didnt you?

Yes sir. How do you know that?

Think youre the first guy to try and impress a girl by taking her to the Fox? Give me your license please.

I gave him my license, he looked at it, looked in the car at the registration in the steering column holder and then looked at Merrilee. She was smiling at him with her oughta be patented light up the room smile and didnt say anything. The cop smiled back and didnt say a word to her. Just tipped his hat with his hand a little bit.

He asked, How come you almost hit the bridge on your way in?

Took me a few seconds to think up the answer to that one.

I said, I was talking to my girl friend and I got distracted.

Well ... shes a pretty girl, but maybe you ought to pull over somewhere and park if youre
going to be paying that much attention to her while youre talking.

With that, he gave me my license back, walked to the cop car and got in.

I got in my car, the cop car red lights went out, he pulled around us and drove up Main Street.

I looked over at Merrilee to say something and then I realized why the cop smiled at her and recommended we go park somewhere. Her dress was still unbuttoned down the front and it was still pulled up around her waist and to top it off, her good looking legs were in full view.

I guess the cop figured that was his treat for the evening even if it was two oclock in the morning.

Merrilee smiled, pulled her dress down, buttoned it up and didnt say a word the rest of the way home.

When we got there, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, got out and went inside without a word. Couldnt blame her I guess. It had been one hell of an evening.

It was a bit of a cool ride home with the window rolled down, but I wasnt taking any chances. It was pretty obvious what the holes were and I figured any cop who saw them would be looking in the glovebox not long after.

I left the window rolled down when I parked the car in the garage as well. No reason to let dad in on the little secret. I could see myself walking for a couple weeks at the least and maybe for longer if he knew what had gone on. I had the good sense to pack the Ruger away in the trunk before I went in. It ended up in there for a while. In fact, for quite a while and somewhere along the line the tip of the barrel got rustier than all get out and to my eyes the gun was pretty much ruined.

Sunday morning, I got up early and after dad took off for the golf course, I tossed an old jacket I didnt much care for into the car and took off myself. I drove down to the bamboo grove beside the river just up from the beach where Id taken Merrilee shooting. After I made sure no one was around, I rolled the window up and threw a big rock through it. It took a couple of tries before the holes from the bullets could be torn away, but I didnt want any evidence of what happened remaining on the car. When I got home I was picking up and sweeping the broken glass out of the car when mom came out.

She looked at the broken window and asked, What happened?

Someone broke in and I guess the window was the easiest way to do it.

Did they take anything?

Just that old green jacket of mine.

Well, thank goodness. At least no one got hurt. I never did like that jacket anyway. Its not the right color for you and I dont know why your dad picked it out.

Couple of days later I had a new window from the junkyard installed and a couple days after that mom bought me a new jacket. Proving I guess, that crime does pay ... now and then anyway....

Merrilee and I dated a couple more times, but something had gone out of the relationship and things werent the same as they once were. She was nice about it, but it didnt seem like she was really enjoying herself and we pretty much drifted apart.

Not long after, high school came to an end when we all graduated. Merrilee and her sister took off for college and I didnt see her again for a long time.

Somewhere in here, I met a personable and beautiful young woman and not long after we got married. I got a good job with a good company that promised a good future. We moved away from Ventura and only went back once in a while to visit friends and family.

On one of our visits, my mom handed me a clipping from the paper with Merrilees picture in it. It was an engagement announcement. It surprised me, but not too much. The real surprising part was that she was engaged to Bobby Scott. Bobby was ok, but sometimes he was a touch dense around girls and about girls. I wondered if he knew just how lucky he was.

A while after that, I heard that Merrilee and Bobby were getting married at the Mission. An entirely fitting place for a good catholic girl to get married. Especially so, a long time Ventura catholic girl.

I wasnt invited, but I went to the wedding anyway. The doors were closed when I got there so I waited on the steps outside. The wedding came to an end, the doors opened, the bride and groom walked outside into the bright Ventura sunshine and I saw Merrilee for the first time in about five years. If anything, she was more beautiful than ever. She was so caught up in the moment that she never saw me.

People threw rice, smiled and applauded, Bobby helped her into the car and I walked down the steps and out onto the sidewalk for one more look. Bobby got into the car, fired it up and started pulling away slowly.

I was standing a couple of car lengths up the sidewalk when Merrilee saw me. She had a surprised look on her face and then she smiled her beautiful smile. She leaned out of the car a little ways, formed her hand into the shape of a gun, pointed it at me, pulled the make believe trigger, blew the imaginary smoke from the imaginary barrel, waved and blew me a kiss.

I never saw her again....

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Same gun, longer barrel, different girl....
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It's amazing what you can find on the HAMB while doing a search for early ford column drops, go figure, anyway good reading, thought some other newer guy's might enjoy this too.

slamdpup · Nov 27, 2008

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One Black and Foggy Night

Maybe fiction, maybe not ... Ill let you decide....

And perhaps this little story should have been called the Single Six, the cow, the nylons and the Starlight. One black and foggy night doesnt even begin to describe it. Even if it was a little foggy and almost black.

It was all about life on the coast and even a little bit about romance, but the biggest thing
was, was that it was quick and it was strange. Lotta wass there, but thats what it was. Maybe I shouldnt be writing this stuff after a couple of brandys, but thems the breaks....

Sometimes, runnin the coast in my dropped in front, dark shade of black 53 Ford coupe, little stock hubcaps, whitewalls and sweet sounding pipes, all of which was about it for the big time hot rod stuff ... life could be pretty good. Simple, but good.

Every now and then, cruising the Rincon and runnin next to the beach, the phosphorescence would be in and youd be slidin down Highway 101 a little after midnight, locked in at a flat 55 per and watching the eerie lime green glow of the breaking waves in the pitch black night. Just sittin there, radio playing softly, listening to the sweet sounds of the glasspacks and the quiet flow of air around the car, wondering about life, thinking interesting thoughts about the sensuous young woman sitting beside you and all the while leaving beautiful Santa Barbara behind, headed east for Ventura. Sometimes though, youd get lucky and if your date was of like mind, youd be looking for a place to park. A really good place.

Some of the guys ... guys who I thought were smart, seemed like they were always getting caught by the cops. Most times with their dates less than fully dressed. Theyd pull over almost anywhere the mood struck them. Truth was, parking places along the coast proper, a good parking place, a parking place where you werent going to get bothered at the least or scared spitless at the most when the officer shined his flashlight in the window cuz you didnt even see him pull up and park cuz you were ... busy ... yeah, thats it ... busy. Those places were few and far between, but for a guy who paid attention, they were there.

You know whats funny about all this cops vs. the lovers stuff? No one I knew, including me, ever got told to go home after getting busted by the men in blue. They always told us to go somewhere else.

Anyway ... Id been watching this nice girl off and on for a while. Nice in manner, nice in looks and simply put, pretty damn nice. Well just call her Dixie here. Not her name, but itll do.
Now Dixie, a girl Id seen around and tried not to think about too much cuz I didnt think I stood a chance with her, somewhere along the line she got interested in me. Sorta flattering it was, but the first I learned about it was when she gave me a pair of green & white fuzzy angora dice shed knit. I didnt know what to think about that, but it did set me to thinking.

I carried the dice to the next class and was fortunate to have one of the Bobo twins explain to me just what it did mean. The Bobo twins, a couple of nice girls, both smart as all get out and Ill be darned if I know how they ended up being called the Bobo twins, but they didnt seem to mind. They were so darned good looking, no one else seemed to mind either. Heck, I felt privileged just to have one of them talk to me. Having both of them talk to you at the same time could be kinda mind boggling. More than a few times I saw the two of them talking to one guy and you could see that it was a one sided conversation. Theyd be talking and hed be nodding his head up and down with this totally doofus smile on his face. The Bobos sorta had that effect on a guy. I dont know if it was their winning smiles, total good looks or the way they filled out their sweaters.

I dont know what Bobo translates to in your neck of the woods, but in our school it meant nothing but good. Good like in desirable, bitchin or any other mellifluous descriptive term you want to use. Sometimes, when one of them walked by, everything came to a halt. Everything. Boys and girls. The boys would be standing there like a pack of dogs with their tongues hanging out and the girls would be quiet and watching. A few of the girls disapproved of the Bobos, but most of the girls liked them just fine - they really were nice girls - and more than a few girls secretly or even outwardly wished they were like the Bobos. Especially in the looks department.

The Bobos had names, nice ones, but the only time you used them was if you were talking to them and not about them. Not that we had much to talk about in talking about them, but as good looking as they were it was kinda hard not to say something when they walked by. I guess they were like any other twins with parents who had a sense of humor. At least their old man did the way I heard it. One was named Merrilee and the other Darralee. At least I think thats the way it shook out.

The Bobo twin who talked to me about Dixie and the dice was Merrilee. Id had a crush on Merrilee for a long while, but it was one of those long distance deals. You know, kinda like grade school where you had a secret girl friend. Secret girl friends being those girls you secretly admired. At least you did until you were dumb enough to tell somebody your little secret and then the teasing started. Which of course made you drop that particular secret girl friend by simply stating, Do not! The do not meaning you didnt really like her. Even if youd told someone minutes before that you did. Sometimes grade school survival hinged on a quick lie. The relationship, what there was of it, was easily taken care of. Once the secret was out you had to get yourself another secret girl friend. Easily done, cuz the girl in question never knew anyway, so what the heck. Nothing like having your pick of the school beauties....

So after talking to Merrilee and finding out the gift of the dice was a bit of a love offering, the light dawned and I asked Dixie out. Pretty innocent stuff even if her dad did a little of that askance looking stuff when he asked where I was taking his daughter and I was stupid enough to tell him the truth. The 101 Drive In. Drive In like in movies. The passion pit, the dance floor for the horizontal mambo, the ... well, you get the drift.

I guess her old man figured if I was dumb enough to admit we were heading for the Drive In then maybe I was too dumb to figure out what to do when we got there. Maybe true, maybe not.
Dixie had it figured out though. She damned near kissed my lips off. I had no idea you could kiss a girl for three hours straight or however damn long it was. Im not saying I didnt enjoy it, but it was a whole new experience for me.

Talk about chapped lips, I felt like Id laid a big smacker on a sanding belt. Not that there was anything wrong with Dixie, other than her more than serious zeal for kissing. Damn. By the time we got to the end of that, I was ready to go home. Screw second base or whatever the hell it was.

That was the one and only date Dixie and I went on. To be fair, maybe I should have offered to give the dice back, but Id grown kinda used to them hanging there on the mirror and I liked the little fact that the dice made a statement that I couldnt make myself. The little statement being that here was a guy that girls liked. Some girls anyway. Dixie never said anything about the dice and it wasnt long until I saw another pair of half finished knit dice hanging out of her purse and figured she was getting ready for the next guy. Not sure how all that worked out, but Dixie was an ok gal and to a small extent I was sorry that I wasnt the right guy for her. It was gonna be interesting though. Interesting to see how the next guy made out and maybe even see if he bought out the Chapstick supply at the ASB store in the cafeteria. Damn, I think I was licking my lips for three days straight after the date with Dixie. Lord knows how the next guy was gonna fare.

So after the Dixie deal, Id wander into Mrs. Christiansens English class, sit down next to Merrilee, glance over, get a nice smile in return and sit there like it didnt make any difference. Sometimes I was so damn cool that I was stupid. Totally stupid. I kept telling myself, this girl likes you. She doesnt smile at anyone else like she does you. At least not in English.

I wasnt dumb though. Slow maybe and after a couple of months went by, I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. Like somebody said, all she could say was no. Well ... I knew that already. It was getting your heart trampled on that hurt. And once I thought about it a little bit, I realized that girls almost always turned down a date with the utmost grace. At least they did if the guy was serious and polite to start with.

One of the best looking cheerleaders on the squad said yes to a date with a totally geeky guy just because some of the guys were waiting for her to say no and then they could start razzing him. She knew what was going on and said yes to their complete surprise and she especially surprised the geeky guy whod screwed up his courage and asked her out in front of God and everybody. In fact, after that first date, she decided she kinda liked him and much to the dismay of some of the guys who felt they were Gods gift to women, she took to running around with him. The two of them showing up together at football games, sock hops and the Christmas formal as well as at the beach on the good days of winter. We all started looking at the geeky guy with different eyes. Maybe there was more to this wimmin stuff than we suspected. I mean, if a totally geeky guy could end up with a girl like that, maybe there was a chance for us plain old sorta respectable and not too bad looking guys. Maybe true, maybe not, but we had hope and more than a few of us started asking out girls that wed thought about asking out in the past, but decided theyd probably say no and why bother. Somewhere in here we were learning that the girls didnt always decide on accepting a proposition just because the guy was a handsome devil. Bein a handsome devil didnt hurt, but we were finding it wasnt always necessary.

So with me finally getting up the courage to ask Merrilee out, the toughest part was getting her to slow down long enough to talk to me between classes. The Bobo twins were smart girls, got good grades and didnt waste time between classes. Once I got her stopped somewhere between English and math class, tripped over my tongue and stumbled through my little speech, Merrilee said ok, told me to meet her after school and wed talk about it some more.

After school was no big deal. For a while there I wasnt sure exactly what was gonna happen, but all it was, was ironing out the details, deciding where to go, the time and all that critical date stuff.

Our first date was interesting. Simple, but interesting. We went to the Ventura theater on a Saturday night, sat in the balcony through a double feature, drank cokes, shared popcorn and held hands. I was floating along in seventh heaven, but Merrilee seemed sorta matter of fact about it all. Not bored or anything, just that shed been down that road before.

I took her home, walked her to the door as a young gentleman was expected to do and instead of going for the good night kiss when she paused at the door, I asked her out for the following Saturday night. Her response absolutely floored me.

She asked, Got a gun?

I said, A gun?

Thats right, a gun.

You mean a real gun?

Yes, a real gun. One that shoots real bullets.

Yes, I have a Ruger 22 six shooter. An old Single Six my cousin left behind when he went into the Army.

Good. Bring it with you tomorrow when you pick me up.

Pick you up?

Yes, pick me up. Ill pack a picnic lunch and you be here at noon.

Noon?

Yes, noon. Are you an echo?

Echo?

Never mind, just be here at noon. And bring the gun.

With that said, she pressed herself against me, laid a smacker on me that lasted about three seconds, smiled, turned and went inside. Jeezus ... that three second kiss said more than three hours of locking lips with Dixie at the Drive In ever did. For a few seconds I didnt know what to think, but after that kiss, Id have delivered damn near anything to Merrilees door. All she had to do was ask.

I thought the request for a gun was strange, but Merrilee was a good girl far as I knew and I didnt think we were gonna embark on a life of crime or anything like that. Even so, it looked to be interesting.

Sunday morning dawned, bright and clear and fairly warm all things considered. I dug out the six shooter and after a bit of rooting around, I found three boxes of bullets and figured that oughta do it.

I got cleaned up, put on a pair of levis, a button down short sleeved cotton shirt tucked in, a pair of loafers with white socks and that was about it for me as far as fashion went. I stuck the gun and bullets in the pockets of my jacket, rolled it up, walked through the house and out the back door where I saw mom watering her roses. Dad was long gone to the golf course.

Mom looked at me and said, Kind of warm for a jacket isnt it?

Yes it is mom, but like youre always telling me, be prepared.

She smiled and went back to her watering. Geez ... I hoped the next thing she heard wasnt that her son was sitting in jail cuz hed been caught with a gun.

Actually, guns at the time were no big deal. More than a few times my friends and I would walk through town with our 22 rifles, headed for the hills and no one seemed to mind. Once in a while a cop would stop and ask if the guns were unloaded and they always were. Wed heard about a few who were caught with loaded guns in town and they paid dearly for it. Guns confiscated, arrested, mom and dad had to drag down to the police station and once you got out there would be hell to pay at home. Not to mention you didnt see the gun again for a long time.

Pistols though, pistols were a whole other story. Trick with them was to pack em away in the trunk and not get em out until you got to where the shooting was going to take place. The locking the pistol in the trunk bit a rule I followed religiously.

I pulled up to Merrilees house and she was sitting on the porch swing waiting for me. When she got up, I saw that she was wearing blue twill shorts and a white button front cotton blouse. A pair of tennis shoes with bobby sox and that was it. The weather was warm enough for shorts and the shorts werent really short, they were what women usually wore in hot weather, but on Merrilee ... son of a bitch .... I wasnt sure the blouse buttons were gonna hold up to the duty they were gonna be called upon to perform either. I guess I forgot to mention that Merrilee and her sister looked like theyd climbed onto the maturity bandwagon long before the other girls heard it was in town. They had curves. Everywhere.

Merrilee smiled, got up walked down the walk with picnic basket in hand, stopped by the car door and asked, Did you bring the gun?

I wasnt sure exactly what she had in mind and just nodded my head up and down. Geez ... it was hard enough to talk to this girl when she was fully dressed. Wearing shorts ... wow. She really had a pair of legs, but the best part was her terrific smile. It seemed like the whole room lit up when she smiled. I know, we were outside, but she kinda had that effect on a guy. I still couldnt believe I was here with her.

She didnt say another word about the gun until after wed driven out to the beach and up along the riverbed, parked, ate lunch and were sitting on a blanket in a most private place. I didnt think anyone knew about the little bamboo grove Id found a long time back. Easy to walk to, it looked at first like it could be a tough drive. Not too many were willing to take a chance on getting stuck, but Id found there was only a short blast across some soft sand to get there and after that it was mostly good dirt road all the way.

Anyway, Merrilee asked if she could shoot the gun and since we were in one of the best spots around for plinking there was, I didnt have a problem with it. She had a pretty good handle on shooting the darned thing, sent the tin can targets flying with just about every shot and it was enough for me to load it up and watch her pop off the rounds. After the first box I thought shed be bored with it, but she wasnt.

About halfway through the third and last box she said, Wed better save some of these.

What for? I asked.

In case we need them. she said.

I wasnt sure what wed need them for, but it wasnt long until I found out. I say not long, but it was the following weekend when we had a date for the Drive In.

All she said there was, Bring the gun.

I did, but I had it locked away in the trunk. Surprising to me, she never said a thing about it when I picked her up or while we were at the Drive In.

So thats the way our dates went for a while. Id ask her out, shed tell me to bring the gun,
Id tell her I would put it in the car - actually it stayed in the trunk, but it was buried away pretty good - wed go out to the show, walk in or drive in, cruise over to Fosters Freeze or Merles Drive In after the show, see what was happening, check out the latest fast car or hot rod or custom and go home where she would lay one of those killer three second kisses on me.

I dont know about you, but that was enough to keep me going. There was a whole lot implied in those brief little kisses. I hated to admit it to myself, but I looked forward to those few seconds of bliss every Saturday night more than Id ever looked forward to anything. Christmas ... Birthdays ... Anything....

The time finally came when I learned what she wanted the gun for. Id felt like our relationship was pretty normal stuff. All except for her asking if the gun was in the car. I figured Id cross that bridge when I came to it and if she wanted to do something seriously illegal shed be on her own. I was smitten, but not that smitten. Still though, I was curious what she wanted with the gun, but never asked. It was all about those Saturday night good night kisses, ya know? Sure you do....

There were a lot of good places around Ventura to park with a beautiful young woman although we werent doing much parking. Holding hands at the show and the good night kisses were about it.

Until the night we got a Pizza at Tonys down by the Mission after the show and she suggested we drive up the hill to the V way up above the town, park, eat pizza, drink beer and watch the city lights. I was wondering where we were gonna get beer, but didnt say anything. Once we got parked and to my absolute surprise, she pulled a couple cans of beer out of her purse and plunked em down on the seat between us. Shed swiped em out of her folks fridge.

My thinking was calm and simple. You know, hot pizza, beer and a lovely young woman parked with me in a somewhat deserted place. Life just couldnt have gotten any better. Hell, I didnt care if the beer was a touch warm. The night looked to be more than interesting.

Right up until wed eaten our fill of the pizza, drank the beer and I was kinda settling back in the seat with modest expectations and high hopes.

Merrilee smiled, opened the glove box, looked inside and asked, Wheres the gun?

Wheres the gun?

Yes, the gun. Wheres the gun?

Its in the trunk.

Well, get it out.

Here?

Yes, here.

Were too close to the houses to be shooting.

I know that. Get it out, put it in the glove box and Ill tell you why.

So I got the damn thing out, bullets and all. I figured bullets would be the next thing she asked for so I may as well get them out now.

First thing she asked was, Is it loaded?

No. Its not loaded.

Well, load it and then put it in the glovebox.

I dont think its a good idea to have a loaded gun in the car and its not a real good idea to keep it in the glovebox.

Why?

Why what?

Why do you think its a bad idea to keep it in the glovebox?

Geez Merrilee. Thats the first place a cops gonna look.

Well, youve gotten tickets before havent you.

Yes.

Did the cop look in the glove box then?

No.

Well he wont look next time either.

Ok, but why do you want a loaded gun in the car?

Remember Bobby Scott? The guy I used to date.

Yeah...

Well, one night we were parked down at the beach in the pier parking lot and this bum just walked up right next to the car and looked in the window. He scared me to death.

Maybe so Merrilee, but you cant go shooting people just cuz they scared you.

I know, that wasnt the bad part. After that, I didnt want to park down by the pier anymore so I had Bobby take us down to the river by the Montalvo golf course. It was a little bit scary, but at least we werent going to have a bum stick his face in the window and scare us to death.

So if the bum by the pier wasnt the bad part, what was?

Well ... we were parked down by the river, Bobby was kissing me and I looked up and saw a cow stick her face through the open window and look in. It scared me so bad that I just freaked out. I started screaming and got a little hysterical and I almost couldnt stop. Bobby was nice about it, but the next day he told his friends and they started teasing me so I broke up with him.

Ok, but you cant go around shooting cows either.

I know, but I feel better just knowing the gun is there.

So that was sort of an interesting night. Not a whole lot of necking going on, but Id learned a few things. At least she wasnt going to have me headed down the rough and rocky road of crime. I figured for a while there shed want to knock over a liquor store or something, but she was such a sweet girl I found it hard to believe she would do such a thing. It was nice to know that all it was, was a fear. A pretty well grounded one. I think a bum sticking his face in the window would have scared me half to death. Thats kind of the way things went for a while. I left the gun in the glove box and she pretty much quit asking about it.

Somewhere along the line Id learned that you could impress a girl pretty well if you took them to Santa Barbara for dinner and a show. The dinner didnt have to be anything fancy. If you were early enough you could eat dinner at the coffee shop on the pier or do the seafood bit at Castagnolas at the bottom of State Street. The best part was going to the movies at the Fox Theater. It was a classy place that looked like it was patterned after an opera house in Italy or Spain. Taking a date to the show there never failed to impress.

I guess I figured Id take our relationship a step up from the usual Saturday night at the movies and a coke afterward at Fosters Freeze or Merles Drive In. Seemed like it paid off as well. Merrilee was in a good mood after dinner at Carrillos, a nice restaurant with great food a little ways up State Street from Highway 101 and the show at the more than nice Fox Theater was the topper to it all.

We were rolling home along the coast, headed east in the soft dark, the sky lit with stars and the phosphorescence in the water making the breaking waves glow with a soft lime colored light. She was leaning on my shoulder and singing softly along with the radio. She had a good voice and it was most pleasant.

When we hit the bottom of Carpinteria grade near County Line Beach, she said, Lets stop and watch the ocean for a while.

Ok.

Do you know a good spot? Somewhere the cops arent going to bother us?

I have just the place.

I did too. I knew about the entrance to the cattle ranch just up from the oil company where dad worked. Nobody was around so I swung the 53 across the other two lanes of the three lane highway, went up the short run of asphalt, rolled across the railroad tracks that paralleled the coast highway, through the wide opening in the brush, turned left and drove about a hundred yards west down to a large opening in the brush, turned left again and parked. We were facing south, looking out over the ocean and the car was well hidden by the tall brush. We couldnt be seen from the highway or by an oil company worker going through the gate and up to the wells on the hill behind. It was, the perfect place.

Somehow, things seemed different. I felt like we were at a point in our relationship where things were going to change. They did, but I didnt have a clue as to how much they were going to change. Even so, I was willing to go along with wherever she wanted to go.

Along with the change, that was the end of the little three second goodnight kisses that implied so much and left so many other things unsaid. Wed parked before, but never like this. Usually a few kisses and hugs along with a lot of talking. And to be fair I got to do as much talking as she did.

Outside the car, the ocean was lost in the blackness of the night. Inside, we were warm and comfortable. The radio was playing softly, the panel light gave off a gentle glow of illumination that lit the inside of the car with a soft, almost pastel colored light and Merrilee looked more beautiful than Id ever seen her. I was totally awed, Id never seen anything like it. She didnt say a word.

I reached out to her, she turned toward me, kissed me and it seemed like no time until we were completely lost in one another. Lost to the point where I had her dress and slip off and was fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Id heard guys talk about popping the damn things loose with one hand, but I couldnt budge it with two hands. She took mercy on me though. She reached around back, popped it loose and with a shrug of her shoulders the bra slid down her arms, ended up lying on the floor and her breasts were ... right there. Right there in front of me. It was beyond my wildest dreams. I couldnt hardly believe it, Id imagined what they would be like, but I didnt have a clue. Even today I cant begin to explain it. Perfection comes to mind and the best part was, we were still on a roll.

I started fumbling with the clip or whatever the hell you call the garter belt thingy that held her nylons up. I was on the road to the promised land and I wasnt gonna let a little thing like that stop me. I popped one loose, reached for the other, she sat up, looked at the drivers side window and screamed. I looked over and felt like screaming myself. There was a goddamned cow face right up against the glass and looking in the window. That wasnt the bad part. It would light up and go dark, light up and go dark, light up and go dark and now it seemed the whole car was lighting up. I didnt see Merrilee get the gun out of the glove box and I didnt know what the hell was happening even after she started shooting. Right in front of me and I didnt think to grab her hand. All I was trying to do was lean back in the seat, way back and stay out of the line of fire. The old Ruger, which really wasnt that old was a single action. Just like the old six shooters the cowboys in the movies used and it had to be cocked every time you fired it. I dont know where the hell Merrilee learned to fan the hammer with the trigger held down. I sure as hell never showed her that little trick. She emptied all six shots at the window before I had a chance to say anything. Trouble was, the window was rolled up and the next thing that happened was, the cow reared up or back or whatever the hell it was, cut around the front of the car and went running up the tracks to the west like a one cow stampede. Next thing we knew the whole world lit up, the concussion from the noise hit us like a bomb going off, the car shook and the cow went flying across the hood in front of us and disappeared out of sight. When my mind returned to some semblance of normalcy, I realized it was the Southern Pacific Coast Starlight passenger train roaring by at 70 - 75 per about twenty feet away.

I looked over at Merrilee and she was gone. I looked in the back seat, no Merrilee. I flipped on the headlights, got out of the car and there she was, just a few feet from the right front fender. She was screaming, standing there in the cold night air, just standing there screaming wearing nothing but her high heels, nylons and panties. Her breasts bobbled up and down with each scream and the bad part was, she was waving the gun around. I wasnt real sure it was empty and I didnt know whether to stand there and look or try to get the gun away from her.

I finally started thinking rationally. Kinda hard to do for a while there. My heart was going about nine hunnert miles an hour and Merrilee standing there half undressed didnt make it any easier. I walked over, put my arms around her and pulled the gun gently out of her hand. When I looked up at the rapidly disappearing Starlight I could see the light from the Mars headlight or whatever the hell you call it waving around and realized that was what caused the cows face as well as the interior of the car to light up and go dark. If we hadnt been parked down in the brush like we were we probably would have realized the train was coming. As it was, the train was right on top of us before we knew what was happening.

I let go of Merrilee and held the car door open for her. I hated to do it, but the fun and games were over and it was a touch chilly out. After that little escapade, thoughts about sex were forgotten ... well ... more for her than for me, but I wasnt going to push her.

I shut the door, walked around to the drivers side, got in and shut the headlights off. Merrilee was sitting there in the dim glow of the panel light and not saying anything. She looked like she was going to start crying. That made about as much sense as anything else considering what had gone on in the last couple of minutes. When I looked a little closer I could see her eyes were closed and she was holding her hands in her lap. She didnt seem bothered in the least that she was still half dressed. It looked like her mind was far, far away. And if not far away, completely lost in thought. It wasnt long until the tears started rolling down her face. She didnt make a sound, she just sat there. Right up till then, it had been sorta pleasant even if it was a little confusing ... ok ... a whole lot confusing....

I said, Merrilee, you need to get dressed.

She turned, looked at me and said, I know.

She didnt seem in any particular hurry to get dressed and finally she said, Leave.

Leave?

Yes, leave. Start the car and get me out of here. I dont want to be here anymore.

I fired up the car, turned the heater blower on, reached over the back seat and retrieved her slip and dress off the back seat, set it down between us, leaned down and picked her bra up off the floor and put it in her lap.

I waited for her to start getting dressed, she sat there not saying a word and tears were still running down her cheeks.

Finally I said, Merrilee, get dressed.

She said, I will, just start driving.

Kinda strange to say the least, but whatever she wanted was ok with me. I backed out, turned east, drove down to the crossing and stopped. Geez ... there was the dead cow lying across the little dirt road and there was no way to go around it. Merrilee looked at me and I looked at her and didnt say a word. It was kinda tough to meet her eye to eye cuz she was still bare breasted and as appealing as ever if not more so.

Merrilee looked at me, got a little mad and said, Drive over the damn thing.

I cant Merrilee, its clear across the road.

Yes you can, just take a run at it.

No I cant. The car will get hung up and then well be sitting on a dead cow.

Well, do you want to sit here until someone finds us and then puts two and two together?

No.

She sat there looking at me and I was looking at her. I wasnt exactly sure what she was thinking, but me trying to put together a sensible plan of attack was kinda tough with her sitting there like she was.

She said, Are you worried about scratching the cars paint?

Not really.

Well theres room to drive into the brush a little ways and then all youll have to drive over is the cows legs.

That seemed reasonable. I was pretty sure someone would be along before too long. It didnt seem the Starlight engineer would have missed the sound of the engine hitting the cow. He probably saw it as well. Dont know why, the whole thing made me think about cowcatchers. The Starlight didnt catch any cows, but it knocked em out of the way pretty good.

Merrilee sat up on the edge of the seat, I put the car in gear and thought about what I was going to do. The brush was about six feet high and I figured better to plow right on through than do the pussyfoot bit and get stuck in the brush. Jeezus ... never in a million years did I think Id be in a car out in the middle of nowhere with a more than beautiful bare breasted woman and about to run over a cow. Even if it was just the cows legs I was running over.

I revved up the engine and took a little run at it. It worked out pretty good considering. The brush didnt let the car go in too deep and we ended up running over the cows back legs a little higher up than I thought. Besides the cracking and crunching sounds along with the noise the brush made on the side of the car, the only bad moment was when the rear tire spun on the cow and the car went a little sideways. Burning rubber on a dead cow was way down on the list of things I never thought Id think about.

I guess I got the guiltys then. I went across the tracks, rolled to the bottom of the little hill, checked for traffic and took off for Ventura. And Merrilee was still sitting there bare breasted and hadnt made a move to get dressed. I had mixed emotions about that. I mean, the view was great, no doubt about that, but I was a little guilty and figured we were gonna get stopped by the cops before too much longer.

When we crossed the Rincon railroad bridge, I took one last look at Merrilee and somehow I knew this was the last time Id ever see her this way and determined to stick the more than delightful sight into my memory. A pleasant remembrance for a cold night I suppose.

Merrilee looked at me and started to say something, I said, Get dressed Merrilee. Were gonna be in town in just a minute.

She didnt say anything, put on her bra, put her slip on over her head, got it squared away, pulled the dress over her head and was getting that squared away and then she pulled the dress and slip darned near up to her waist and was twisting things around so they were just right or comfortable or something. I guess I was watching too close and when I looked up I wasnt far from hitting the abutment on the Ventura River bridge. I cranked on the steering wheel so hard that the car started into a slide and when I overcorrected it went into a slide the other way. I got it squared away after that one, looked at the end of the bridge and there was one of Venturas finest sitting there in his black and white cop car with an expression on his face like he couldnt believe what he was seeing.

The cop car fired up, the red lights went on, the headlights went on and right there I knew I was screwed. I didnt even try to play the innocent. I pulled over near the Cottage Café and sat there waiting. Didnt take long, it was just a couple of seconds and the cop car was pulled in behind us and the officer got out. I looked at the side window and there were six bullet holes through it, about three inches down from the top and they were all so close together a dollar bill would have covered them. I couldnt believe I hadnt seen it until now. I cranked the window down, hoping all the while I wasnt looking like a madman winding away on the window crank.

The cop walked up, said, Step out of the car.

I did. He shined a flashlight in my face and asked, Been drinking?

No sir.

What are you doing out this late?

Coming back from the show in Santa Barbara sir.

Let me guess. You took your date to the Fox theater didnt you?

Yes sir. How do you know that?

Think youre the first guy to try and impress a girl by taking her to the Fox? Give me your license please.

I gave him my license, he looked at it, looked in the car at the registration in the steering column holder and then looked at Merrilee. She was smiling at him with her oughta be patented light up the room smile and didnt say anything. The cop smiled back and didnt say a word to her. Just tipped his hat with his hand a little bit.

He asked, How come you almost hit the bridge on your way in?

Took me a few seconds to think up the answer to that one.

I said, I was talking to my girl friend and I got distracted.

Well ... shes a pretty girl, but maybe you ought to pull over somewhere and park if youre
going to be paying that much attention to her while youre talking.

With that, he gave me my license back, walked to the cop car and got in.

I got in my car, the cop car red lights went out, he pulled around us and drove up Main Street.

I looked over at Merrilee to say something and then I realized why the cop smiled at her and recommended we go park somewhere. Her dress was still unbuttoned down the front and it was still pulled up around her waist and to top it off, her good looking legs were in full view.

I guess the cop figured that was his treat for the evening even if it was two oclock in the morning.

Merrilee smiled, pulled her dress down, buttoned it up and didnt say a word the rest of the way home.

When we got there, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, got out and went inside without a word. Couldnt blame her I guess. It had been one hell of an evening.

It was a bit of a cool ride home with the window rolled down, but I wasnt taking any chances. It was pretty obvious what the holes were and I figured any cop who saw them would be looking in the glovebox not long after.

I left the window rolled down when I parked the car in the garage as well. No reason to let dad in on the little secret. I could see myself walking for a couple weeks at the least and maybe for longer if he knew what had gone on. I had the good sense to pack the Ruger away in the trunk before I went in. It ended up in there for a while. In fact, for quite a while and somewhere along the line the tip of the barrel got rustier than all get out and to my eyes the gun was pretty much ruined.

Sunday morning, I got up early and after dad took off for the golf course, I tossed an old jacket I didnt much care for into the car and took off myself. I drove down to the bamboo grove beside the river just up from the beach where Id taken Merrilee shooting. After I made sure no one was around, I rolled the window up and threw a big rock through it. It took a couple of tries before the holes from the bullets could be torn away, but I didnt want any evidence of what happened remaining on the car. When I got home I was picking up and sweeping the broken glass out of the car when mom came out.

She looked at the broken window and asked, What happened?

Someone broke in and I guess the window was the easiest way to do it.

Did they take anything?

Just that old green jacket of mine.

Well, thank goodness. At least no one got hurt. I never did like that jacket anyway. Its not the right color for you and I dont know why your dad picked it out.

Couple of days later I had a new window from the junkyard installed and a couple days after that mom bought me a new jacket. Proving I guess, that crime does pay ... now and then anyway....

Merrilee and I dated a couple more times, but something had gone out of the relationship and things werent the same as they once were. She was nice about it, but it didnt seem like she was really enjoying herself and we pretty much drifted apart.

Not long after, high school came to an end when we all graduated. Merrilee and her sister took off for college and I didnt see her again for a long time.

Somewhere in here, I met a personable and beautiful young woman and not long after we got married. I got a good job with a good company that promised a good future. We moved away from Ventura and only went back once in a while to visit friends and family.

On one of our visits, my mom handed me a clipping from the paper with Merrilees picture in it. It was an engagement announcement. It surprised me, but not too much. The real surprising part was that she was engaged to Bobby Scott. Bobby was ok, but sometimes he was a touch dense around girls and about girls. I wondered if he knew just how lucky he was.

A while after that, I heard that Merrilee and Bobby were getting married at the Mission. An entirely fitting place for a good catholic girl to get married. Especially so, a long time Ventura catholic girl.

I wasnt invited, but I went to the wedding anyway. The doors were closed when I got there so I waited on the steps outside. The wedding came to an end, the doors opened, the bride and groom walked outside into the bright Ventura sunshine and I saw Merrilee for the first time in about five years. If anything, she was more beautiful than ever. She was so caught up in the moment that she never saw me.

People threw rice, smiled and applauded, Bobby helped her into the car and I walked down the steps and out onto the sidewalk for one more look. Bobby got into the car, fired it up and started pulling away slowly.

I was standing a couple of car lengths up the sidewalk when Merrilee saw me. She had a surprised look on her face and then she smiled her beautiful smile. She leaned out of the car a little ways, formed her hand into the shape of a gun, pointed it at me, pulled the make believe trigger, blew the imaginary smoke from the imaginary barrel, waved and blew me a kiss.

I never saw her again....

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Same gun, longer barrel, different girl....
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i dont read or type that much in a month..lol

Zapato · Jun 15, 2009

C9 not sure if you remember but way back in 2001 you sent me a set of plans for angora fuzzy dice just like you describe in this story. Well I finally passed the plans on to one of my nieces yesterday and decided to do a search on fuzzy dices today and ran into this story that somehow I had never read.

Anyway thanks again for plans (she politely corrected me and said it was a pattern) and decide to post here rather than a PM as it'll give a lot of new guys a chance to experience your writing.

Zap

pan-dragger · Jun 15, 2009

thanks c9 great read.

chubbie · Jun 15, 2009

Thanks for the mammary!!!!!!!!!!

skunx1964 · Jun 15, 2009

damn! good read man!

CJ Steak · Jun 15, 2009

Outstanding!

If you have any books out, lemme know where I can buy! $$$$

bshepherd · Jun 15, 2009

excellent read, dont smoke in the house and put off my after dinner smoke until I finished reading Brandon

Belchfire8 · Jun 15, 2009

Nice read Jay. I mean how could it get any better? Souped up cars, guns, scantily clad young women, parking, shooting, trains, dead animals, and cops...you got it all in one story...true or not! thanks

Flatheadguy · Jun 15, 2009

I have read your composition and find myself smiling. I never expected to read a novelette here at H.A.M.B.!!
An excellent read.

chopper99 · Jun 15, 2009

Great story, thanks for posting.

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