“Not falling asleep on me are you?” he asked as her eyes opened.

         “No just looking at the stars.” She answered and Greg kissed her again, only this time he held her down and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his body pinning her to the back seat, his mouth biting into her neck, sucking, As she imagined the purple bruise that would be forming his hands pushed her skirt to the top of her legs and he lay his body between them.

         Their lovemaking was passionate and fresh and innocent, they had desire, and both decided it had been the best yet and after both their appetites were satisfied they fell into deep post-coital sleep.

         Greg woke first and shook his sleepy head. Oh no he though we must have been asleep for ages. Outside the car it seemed unusually bright, it must be dawn, Lorna’s parents were going to kill him. He shook Lorna awake.

         “Come on Lorna, wake up, we slept to long, your parents are going to go mad!”

Lorna blinked as she pushed herself up to sitting, she too looked out of the window.

         “Oh my God, what is that?” She shrieked as she pushed her nose up against the window. Greg came to settle beside her as they both looked outside in shock. There outside about 50 foot in the air were three huge crescent shaped objects with what looked like glowing wheels. The crafts took off at amazingly fast speeds one minute there the next gone all that was left was the strangely pitch black sky.

         Lorna hopped back over to the front seat, she expected to feel the wet patch of seman between her legs but there seemed to be non there, She pulled down the mirror on the sun visor examining her neck, she lifted a finger and felt the skin where a love bite should have been, it was her normal sun tanned skin.

         “What are those things?” She asked Greg.

         “Not sure, maybe weather balloon?” He answered back.

         Greg moved back into the front seat and started up the engine. When the dashboard lights came back on he looked at the clock. 12.36am.

         “We can’t possibly have only been here 6 minutes,”

         “What?” Said Lorna.

         “Look at the clock, 12.36am, we have got to have been here longer than 6 minutes.”

Lorna fished around in her handbag for her mobile phone, still feeling groggy from the sleep. She looked at the time. 12.36am.

Two sets of eyes pointed heavenward looking after the retreating lights.