Riding a motorcycle? I didn’t know how. Reckless would quickly put me in the hospital. I could go out and run. Pounding the pavement always made me ...feel better…but it wasn’t wild enough. Wild. Hmmm. To get in the right frame of mind, I realized needed to get drunk. Immediately. My car seemed to read my mind and drove itself to a swanky little bar in a trendy part of town. I paused in the parking lot to dry my tears, reapply my makeup, take my hair down, and remove my suit jacket. The silk tank. I sat next to him, and for then next 20 minutes or so we hugged and made out, right on the sea wall. Then he looked into my eyes, and asked the question I was hoping he'd ask."Well, the night's still young, what would you like to do?"Without hesitation, I replied, "Fuck."Within minutes, we were in his Jeep, driving down the road. At this time, aside from a boyfriends house, I had only had sex in cars and outdoors. I was trying to figure out, in my head, how to fuck in a Jeep Wrangler. After. Benjamin quickly changed his use of the horn from the regulation morse code "G" trains were supposed to use at grade crossing to an insistent, constant caterwaul, a loud, long, mournful plea of warning. Bob held down the horn button with all the strength he had, as if that button alone could prevent the accident.He screamed, with all his might, "NO! NOOO! STOOOPP!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!" The no seemed to go on for ever and ever.Perhaps a more experienced engineer might have first punched the emergency. We parked the car in the car park, paid for a ticket then we walked around the village together calling into the Rugged Rabbit gift shop to peruse. Walking up to the top of the village there was a lorry which was stuck and having problems steering around the corner at the top of the street by the wooden duck shop, we waited. Continuing on, we walked around and down the hill towards the river across the fields. The grass was wet underfoot Wayne, enquired if I was alright walking across the moist.