Suddenly, there was a terrific clap of thunder and a fiery flash that blotted out everything around me. Shaken, I picked myself up from the floor of the bandstand, still not sure I hadn't been struck. Blue smoke was boiling away from a wrecked tree about thirty feet away, in the midst of a clump of charred, waving shrubbery.
And like Venus rising from the foam the naked woman stepped out of the shrubbery, followed by the naked man.
My first impulse was to laugh at these two whom the storm had chased from their hiding place and to be astonished at their brashness in disrobing completely in the heart of the park. Then it occurred to me that the lightning must have stripped them. They might be hurt.
I jumped from the bandstand and walked swiftly over to them. To my utter amazement, the young woman promptly threw her arms around my neck and said:
"Whatever has just happened, Don, I want you to know it's you I love."
Then she kissed me.
"What on earth!" I exclaimed, disengaging myself. The man was looking from one to the other of us, mutely.