Lana and I live in a metropolitan midwest city. Not so long ago, before the judgy rating system of Lyft and Uber, it was easy to do anonymous dirty things in the back of a cab after the bar. They waited patiently outside clubs for drunken, horny couples to make their way home.
This was an early date of ours where I discovered she was a bit of an exhibitionist.
Out one night, classic club hopping, a couple of professional 40 somethings in love. She is beautiful. Thin and elegant with platinum-colored hair and an air of someone who you don’t expect to get nasty in the back of a taxi. You know those buttoned-up executive women that float through the company not looking at you, but you know that somewhere deep inside is a woman that wants to just knock you down and take what she wants? That’s her. And she’s way out of my league.
We wobbled into the street, full of martinis, and turned on from a night of close talk. Jumped into the back of a yellow cab to make our way to the suburbs. My home was a good 15 miles from downtown, just enough time to get into trouble.