What The . . . ?

"What the blazes is that?" Timothy yelled over the mechanical whine filling the car, his hand reaching for the door handle. Betty grabbed his wrist, stopping him and shaking her head. Leaning forward into the steering wheel, he tried to look up to see what was the source of the light. All he could make out was a wide circle of blinding lights. The pair of young lovers were too surprised to be scared.

"Is it some sort of helicopter?" Betty shouted to be heard.

Timothy shook his head. It didn't look like any helicopter he had seen in the movies or on television. Suddenly the lights went out and the hovering object darted away.

"Come on," Timothy said, turning the key in the ignition, "it's headed towards the Anderson's farm."

Peeling rubber, he floored the pedal, racing towards the railroad crossing. By the time he reached the top of the rise, whatever it was had vanished. Scanning the horizon, he muttered, "Where did it go?"

"Tim, let's don't sit on the tracks looking for it," Betty cautioned.

She was right. He drove forward a few feet and then killed the engine. Both of them got out of the car and searched the skies. "Do you think it might have been some sort of new plane the Air **** is working on?"

"I think they do that out west," Timothy replied. After several seconds of silence, he asked, "Do you know what it looked like?"

She knew exactly where he was going with that. "A weather balloon," she answered.

"Right," he snorted. "That's probably what the authorities will say when we report it."

"Then let's don't report it," Betty replied.

He stared at her for several moments, finally saying, "But we've got to tell the Sherrif or the newspaper or somebody."

"And have them tread us like a couple of loonies?" she asked. "Let's just let it go. If other people report it, then we can always come forward." Seeing that he was still uncertain, she added, "I mean. It's not like we witness a crime or anything."

Stepping up close to him, she looked up into his face. "Come on," she said, "Let's just go back to where we were."

He felt her hand covering his crotch, squeezing into it. "I'll make you feel good?" she offered.