The car was shaking. If someone saw it, he would think there was something wrong with the car’s engine.
An old man, who was walking by, stopped and peered inside the car through the window.
“Hey, what are you doing?"
Sally rolled down the window. Her blouse was almost off her shoulder. Edison’s face was full of her lipstick and his hands were on Sally’s hips.
The old man did not expect that they would stop making out. He wanted to see more. He pretended to be serious, “You two should go to a hotel. Get a room! Do not park here. I don’t want the kids in the village to see you like this.”
Sally was pulled back to reality. Why am I doing it with him? How can I do it in the car? God, it is weird. It is the first time that I cannot help myself from this kind of feeling. I have
