You probably cannot even begin to imagine my horror as I looked in through that window and saw my own bloodied and lifeless body crumpled inside of th...e totaled driver's compartment!I stopped vomiting after a few minutes and the crying came to the forefront of my emotions once again. I was unable to stop the tears for several minutes. I was nearly unable to think! I was dead. DEAD! But somehow, I was still alive! I couldn't cope with two impossible, yet concurrent realities.Finally, I began to. Car sex ties into America’s car culture, the automobile as our extension. OK, Corvettes are more-or-less big red penises, probably driven by guys with little pale ones. The designers -- use to be in Detroit, now in Yokohama -- have this figured out, though I’m not sure how my Camry projects my vagina. Maybe the cup holder.Overheard in the lunchroom. “So I opened his glove compartment to stash my bra and there was this C one”4) We can have chocolate on our desks during working hours. Any job. Too much information to remember, and then one spoiled grape and a whole batch would go sour. It was only a matter of time and this trip would suffer the same fate. The problem was to identify the sour grape before it ruined everything. I glanced at Harriett. Sour grape detected. She glared back, as if she'd read my mind.Harriett had no opportunity to talk to me about sharing a room with Rianne but I could read her expression. Harriett was not a happy camper. She probably felt vulnerable to. Since coming out of the bathroom she hadn't even thought about being naked. She started to cover up again, then stopped. "Oh, what's the use!" she moaned."I'm telling you it's all right, baby!" he said sincerely. "I saw those pictures by your clothes on the dresser. What were you going to do, show them to somebody?"She was caught and she knew it. She nodded her head dumbly."Well, now the shoe's on the other foot. If you don't do this small favor for me, I just might have to show those pictures.