The guy who wants to fuck in his stolen car.

“It’s exciting, right?” he said as he pulled his jeans down to his knees and left the car running. He was running, alright—“I just stole her from the lot behind the Superstore”—and he was an idiot, too. But, do-as-I-do is what I do, so I rode him in the driver’s seat as classic rock blared from some station. He came inside me like a priest offering oblations.