Out of nowhere she suggests a sandwich place that's a 15 minute drive from work when we've got a dozen places to eat within a five minute drive, but I don't care, she's driving, so off we go, and the place isn't bad, but I can't for the life of me figure out why we came this far for these sandwiches, until she says now she needs to go to the bank and I'm thinking OK, we came all the way out here because she needed to go to the bank, which is a block from the sandwich place, except as we're waiting for the light to change to cross the road into the bank parking lot she points and says "I live right down there."

If she lives right down there, then why the fuck did we come all the way up here to go to the bank, since you got to figure she's going to be passing the bank on the way home, and she must have passed it on the way to work, and I'm pretty dense when it comes to these things but this just seems too obvious, so I ask "Anybody home right now? Kids still at school, husband at work?"

She acts like she doesn't hear me and drives into the bank parking lot but she seems a little flustered and she can't seem to quite get the deposit right at the drive-through, parks the black SUV with the tinted windows, and walks into the bank, leaving me sitting there talking to myself for seems like forever and then she's back, and I'm saying, this time to her, "You know you want to. You didn't drive me all the way out here just to show me where you almost live, just like you don't bend over in front of me in my office to show me your breasts by mistake. You want to take me home. You want me to make you come and right now you're not arguing because you want me to touch you and you want me to shut up and just kiss you already."

She doesn't say anything, which means she isn't arguing, doesn't react when I touch her brown arm, her hand still grasping the steering wheel, doesn't react out loud, but she's trembling, and her breasts are heaving, and I put the other hand on her neck under her short prim dark hair and then pop her seatbelt, turn her head, stare into her eyes the way we usually stare without kissing only this time I kiss her and she's melting into me and my hand's over her breast and then up under the Indian blouse, taking in her roundness, her fullness, her solid needing-my-cock-inside-her-ness, which she got, got good, got hard, on all fours, rump in the air, long, slow, sudden strokes, coming little, coming big, no clue where she was or where she was going or even probably who she was, just knowing she was being fucked by a guy she'd driven insane, who still has no idea exactly where she lives since he fucked her like that wedged in to the space on the floor in front of the back seat of the black SUV in the parking lot of the bank during lunch on a Friday where she was too flustered to use the drive-through.

Next time will be in the middle of her living room floor.