Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma’am
A spicy afternoon in a hotel room with a randy cougar We were meeting in the car park of Travelodge. It was on the outskirts of a small town, about an hour's drive from my home. Rain streaked the darkening sky. It was only 2 in the afternoon, but the thick clouds made it feel much later. My phone buzzed. "I’m here, xx," read the message. "Great, me too, xx." "Blue Mazda MX5 xx." I scanned the car park; there were only a handful of cars there at that time. There was the MX5,...
