Kristy got in her car, and I followed on the bike. We drove around for about 10-15 minutes until she saw an old church just outside of town. Being that is was a Friday morning the place looked abandoned and pulling in she drove around to the back of the building. I parked the bike and jumped in to the passenger side of her truck.
“A church?! You couldn’t find anything other than a church for us to park in?”
Kristy laughs and tells me she wasn’t going to spend an hour driving around looking for something better when that time could be spent doing something else. And with that being said we were all over each other. Grown adults making out like teenagers in the front seat of her SUV.