I never thought I would need to hark back to the days of fooling around in cars.

We are both married. We both have children. We both have homes with mortgages, dirty dishes and toys scattered. We are both mature women...who resort to shady parking spaces and fogging up windows like delinquent teenagers. I hate it but I fucking love it.

I want hours with her in a bed but sometimes the quick and hungry exchanges in our cars feel so right to me.