Remember the Sex and the City episode when Miranda dates a guy that likes doing it in public? There she is with her legs in the air, when his parents pop into his childhood bedroom to see what all the noise…”I’m coming, I’m coming,” is about.
See, I’d do it in a cocoon if I could with drapes the width of Main Street, so when I came, well not me per se, upon a couple fucking in a doorway, I took a free porn pause. The girl, in the throes of teenage passion, saw me, and didn’t blink an eye. It’s safe to say, he didn’t bring her candy and flowers beforehand. Get a room, for goodness sake, even if it’s in your parent’s house.
At least they’re family.
When I told Camille, she said, “It’s the 4th of July, what do you expect?”
“Room service, that’s what.”
Connecticut, as old as she is, is still shocked, though I do remember rolling around a golf course with a guy named Andy, so in truth, who am I to judge?