I had really strict parents. Had to do it in the car, on playground structures, out in the desert, in abandoned mineshafts, tried it in our pool once but the death box had a flapper on it and the waves made the flapper go slam, slam, slam, then there was one girl who looked older than she was, always wore junior executive clothing and we could get motel rooms when we had the dough.

She also had a sweet Rabbit Cabriolet

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