Car Sex

I am not a big fan of car sex. But I am a big fan of sex, so when there is no other place to have it, I cheer for car sex.

Shannon the Licensing Coordinator and I had margaritas on Friday night and although I kept groping her at the bar, I pretended I did not want to have sex with her. And although I made out with her in the parking lot, I pretended I did not want to have sex with her. And although I pulled her clothes off in the car, I pretended I did not want to have sex with her. And although I had sex with her in the car, I pretended I did not want to have sex with her.

Afterwards, she smiled like she had won a bet. I smiled like I had lost a bet. For me, it was more like shorting a stock. The stock goes down, you make money. But this was a windfall. No risk. Or so I thought...

After I had margaritas with Shannon the Licensing Coordinator, and after I groped her at the bar, and after I made out with her in the parking lot, and after I pulled her clothes off in the car, and after I had sex with her in the car, Shannon the Licensing Coordinator told me that her husband was insanely jealous and has repeatedly threatened to kill any man who has the balls to touch his wife.

Although I have added Shannon to my User Pool, Gladstone has added me to his Dead Pool.

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