The dark silhouette hid in the shadows next to the picnic grounds waiting for one particular couple. As a slivered moon cut through the night sky, a cool spring breeze lifted off the Blue River and rustled through the park. The chorus of tree frogs voiced their approval at the final arrival of spring and the air swelled with the sweet smell of lilacs as the park filled with teenagers racing to their designated parking spots.

        Fred Bishop pulled the black '57 Chevy with the large illuminating white walls into the small gravel parking lot. Fred, a popular senior on the football squad, had a crew cut, a face covered with freckles, and a noticeable gap between his front teeth. He turned off the lights and the car was enveloped in darkness. Rhonda was the class senior vice-president and one of the smartest girls in Humble High. She was a witty blonde with large breasts and sultry blue eyes and had been going steady with Fred for almost two years.

         "Trying to get away?"

        Fred reached across the seat and roughly grabbed her buttock in one hand as she leaned over to crank the window down to make sure they were alone.

        "Stop it!" she squealed and playfully knocked his hand away, but Fred quickly found access through her parted legs.

        "Aren't you glad I made the change. Ed's car has more room than my Renault."

        Rhonda fell back into his arms and he swallowed her with a kiss. Rhonda's arm reached around his neck as she drew him closer, while Fred's fumbling hands begin to unbutton her blouse.

        "Back seat," Rhonda gasped.

        They rolled over the front seat to land partially on the floor. The silhouette slide forward when the car began moving in a rhythmic beat.

        "You smell gas?" Rhonda abruptly asked. She pushed Fred to one side so she could prop herself up to listen. Rhonda looked around the car suspiciously. Her large breasts that hung above Fred's head were his chief preoccupation instead of leaking gasoline.

        "It's the carburetor," Fred assured her. "It happens all the time. Probably the butterfly is stuck." He pulled himself up and clamped his mouth around Rhonda's breast.

        Rhonda giggled, wrapped her arms around Fred's neck, and fell back down on the seat. She felt their bodies beating against each other with a frenetic energy, but an uneasy feeling prompted her to open her eyes and saw a sinister shape standing by the front window of the car.

        "Stop, Fred! Stop! Look! Get off! Outside the window!"

        Rhonda squirming body pushed at Fred's chest and pushed his head against the car roof. He made a failed attempt to grab her flailing arms in the cramped space.

        "What's wrong with you, Rhonda?" Before she could answer, he felt something cold on his skin and the smell of gasoline burned his nose. He gagged as he sucked the fumes that made it almost impossible to breathe deep into his lungs. Rhonda was screaming hysterically and her foot slammed into Fred's chin, knocking him halfway into the front seat.

        "Lemme out!" she wailed as she shoved Fred's sprawled body and scrambled halfway into the front seat.

         "Burn in hell!"

        The nozzle shot through the open window and a stream of flaming gasoline splashed all over their naked bodies.

        Fred jerked his head around only to swallow a stream of flaming gasoline. "What the fuck?" were the last words Fred would ever utter. He clawed at the car door handle in one last effort to escape, but his flaming body crumpled lifeless to the floor. Rhonda struggled to crawl over Fred's burning body when she felt the searing stream of burning gasoline against her skin. She let out one last horrified scream. The car interior blazed out of control. The nozzle was directed toward a rag sticking from the gas tank. The figure raced back to the tree line just as the tank exploded and a car full of rowdy teenagers, anxious to bushwhack their friends, suddenly stopped within thirty yards of the burning car.