Six miles outside the town of Clover lay a vast field of wildflowers which rose up slow and steady to a high hill, the other side of which was nothing but pine forest. Upon the hill stood Honey and her boyfriend Hector. Honey was naked. Hector held her clothes. “Oh oh, here comes trouble,” he said. Three boys had parked their ancient but bright yellow VW on the far side of the field and were making their way across. “It’s the Beetle Boys, John, Paul, and Jimbo,” Hector said. “I had them for freshman English one after the other some years back. Pure pests.”

“Maybe they won’t bother us,” Honey said.

“Not likely,” Hector replied. “They’re nothing if not persistent. Back in the day they’d punch each other in the arm almost without cease.”

“Why’d they do that?”

“Who knows?” said Hector. “Some stupid game called Slug Bug. Maybe if you hurry you can finish before they get here.”

“Honey’s something you can hurry,” Honey declared, and she lay down in the field and set to work.

By and by the boys reached the top. “What’cha doin’ here?” Jimbo asked.

Hector scowled.

“I think he’s saying it aint none of yer beeswax,” John said. “Ha ha, get it? Beeswax.” And he punched Paul in the shoulder.

“Hey, why’d you punch me?” Paul asked, and he punched Jimbo. “No punch back,” he added.

Jimbo slugged Paul’s shoulder.

“Hey!” Paul yelped.

“Didn’t say the color,” Jimbo said. “Ha ha ha.”

“Maybe you boys could do that somewhere else?” Hector asked.

“Uh uh, we heard about this,” John said. “We’re stayin’.”

“Suit yourself, but please behave.”

“Behave,” John blurted, and he punched Paul’s shoulder. “Get it. Bee-have? Ha ha ha.”

“Ha ha ha yourself,” Paul said, and he punched Jimbo’s arm.

“Stop!” Hector insisted. “You’ll rile the bees.”

“I don’t see no bees,” Jimbo said, and then he blinked. “Oh my gosh. Look! They’s comin’ outta her hiney hole.”

“That aint her hiney hole—that’s her Virginia,” Paul said.

John has his cell phone out. “I gotta Facebook this.”

“No!” Hector’s hands went up. But it was too late. The flash on John’s cellphone fired.

Honey’s body bucked in orgasm. Bees swarmed and swirled and took off after the boys, who were hustling down the hill, arms waving wildly. The bees chased them across the meadow and into their car. The VW lurched and shot off down the road but failed to make the first curve, plowing fifty yards into the field, where it sat for a time, bees issuing up like smoke, until an ambulance and a fire truck arrived, and the boys were removed.