Tryst at the Parking Garage
I'm seeking girls
In sales and marketing
Let's go make out
Up in the balcony
Your business dress
-I Hear the Bells, Mike Doughty (aka "Former Soul Cougher")
Don't make assumptions that you're alone. There's a couple who meet now and then on the roof of the parking garage for a little lunch hour lovin'. They probably work together. Their clothes scream, "I work in insurance sales!" or "I work in a financial institution!" or "I work at the state capitol!" They meet on top of the parking garage, where they think no one will see them. But our office windows are just across the way, and if he had looked over her shoulder, he might have noticed eight, count 'em eight, women howling with laughter. They weren't comfortable together. She'd kiss him, and when he was facing her, he stood back a bit, with his hands on her hips. When she moved to the side, he was more relaxed, throwing his arm around her. His wedding band flashed in the sun. No doubt about it, he's one uncomfortable, but very flattered, married man.
Disappointed I have no tattoo yet. To make a long story short, I won't tell it.