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.