It’s hard to pay attention to the road. We’re heading home, but she has a hand in her shorts, and she’s going to town.
She said she couldn’t wait, so I said to do something about it. I didn’t think she’d do it, but I shouldn’t have doubted. Every car we pass knows. They can’t help but see. Her face is turning red, and she’s writhing in the seat.
A truck slows down and matches our pace. Just like me, they can see it in her face. I hit my exit and leave them behind.
Sorry guys, the finale’s mine.
