CHAPTER THREE
The little customized Volkswagen slid around the dark, long-needle branches of the huge pine about seventy-five feet from the road and came to a rest. Paul had driven his date from the Go-Go club out the highway and turned left down Old Gorge road. His foot pushed relentlessly down on the accelerator forcing the car to zip past all the other motorists. Huge tires, burning on the concrete, carried the reckless couple to their favorite rendezvous. As they bounced over the curb, the wide, thick tires dug at the loose sand, tossing it high into the black night.
"Hey, Honey, did you see that old geezer crowd over to the curb when he heard us coming?" Paul asked, breathing heavily, caught up in the excitement of his mad dash down the back road. "Boy, he moved over like he thought
