The memory is misty and dim. I was thoroughly intoxicated... by love (I swear). I recall a clover-perfumed meadow, a large shade tree, and a fallen tree trunk with the perfect degree of softness.
At the appropriate moment my true love began to wriggle and moan, and eventually to scream. My chest puffed out with pride, I envisioned myself as the world's most pursued lover, and I slipped into an oblivion that excluded all but my own pleasure... until I saw the ants on my true love's neck.
My memory, still misty and dim, fades to a scene of being severely beaten with a bra buckle and nastily chastened (by the same ecreaming voice I had enjoyed earlier) for being the world's most insensitive beast.
I was visiting my college friends about a year after I graduated. The friend I was staying with hated my ex and my ex was living with her girlfriend that she left me for . . . long story short, the cops interrupted us at this 'make-out point' north of Scranton. Eventually, we just parked in some stranger's driveway near downtown Scranton and did it there.
Parked somewhere that seemed to be a remote area by the river. Middle of the day, bright sunshine, car windows not tinted. Unfortunately, there was some local kids favourite spot or something. "Woke up" when there were about 10 kids surrounding the car and an embarrased policeman knocking on car window.
Last seat at night on a Greyhound bus - private enough until I realized windows act as mirrors in the evening with the buses lighting. And here I thought it was late and quiet because everyone was sleeping. Perv's