Youthful indiscretions

Today I am sitting in a different coffee shop then my usual.  The java is excellent and they make an awesome egg wrap.  Steely Dan is playing softly in the background causing my mind is wander back thirty years ago to the back seat of a 66 Chevy Caprice on which I was passionately undressing my girlfriend of the time, Sharon.  I was rather inexperienced with girls at the time, which made it that much more exciting as we fumbled with buttons and struggled with zippers, flailing about the back seat with all the passion you would expect of two teenagers.  It was mid-winter and the windows were all fogged up as a result of our heated entanglement.  We were getting close to the end game when suddenly there was a tap, tap, tap on the side window.  Our clothing was scattered all over the car and as we scrambled to get dressed a booming voice said, "Open the door NOW!".  Tentatively I grasped the handle pulling it up and I pushed open the door just a crack.  I could barely make out the blue uniform of a police officer standing there with a large flashlight in his hand shining brightly in my face.  "Yes sir..." I said in a faint voice.  "Get your clothes on and exit the vehicle" he replied.  Once we were outside he checked our ID's and lectured us on the virtues of sex before marriage.  Yeah... I listened real well.  Right up until we found a better place to park.