She didn’t used to be as reserved as she is now. Her life is overly complicated. She sat in the passenger seat her hands clasped and cradled between her thighs. He was rambling about something or other, stroking his beard with a thumb and index. She was conversing her own thoughts and fantasized interrupting with, “Unless you want me to give you a blowjob in this parking lot we should leave before the church burns down.” She only managed to get out that last part.
“Ah, yes, of course, he replied.” He shifted into Reverse and backed out of the lot. They drove a few blocks in awkward silence.
“Pull over,” she demanded. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. He obliged willingly, albeit surprised by her directness. He shifted into Park and turned off the ignition.
“What’s up?” he inquired. She reached and unzipped his pants.
“You tell me”. She smirked and then bowed in prayer.
Her mourning coffee 