John rolled his window down a couple of inches to let the incoming cool air drive the hot air out of the car.He engaged the gears and backed out of hi... parking place. He waited for an opening in the rush hour traffic on the side street beside the broadcast building. Several state government buildings stood in the business park next to the PBS offices, and everyone was going home at the same time.Minutes later he was in a line of commuter traffic approaching the downtown freeway's on-ramp. He. It sat there idling for what seemed like forever then the trunk popped open. This was it, I ran as fast as I could hoping it was the right car and hoping no one else decided to drive past or worse turn into the parking lot. I finally reached the car and dove into the trunk, pulling it closed behind me. The car began to move.After what seemed like forever the car began to make several turns snaking its way through back streets before drawing to a stop. The trunk popped open and I got out into a. Right then, I wanted to reach over and run my hands along those superb legs. Sara let the question hang in the air for what seemed an eternity. My pulse was racing and I felt like this was a defining moment. This was the moment where I should have thought of my marriage. Instead, my thoughts were only of Sara. She broke the silence by simply saying, "Show me." I was kind of hard now and she could easily see this. Paralyzed by fear, I swallowed hard but my throat was dry. I couldn't find any. She always drives with the top down, her beautiful hair blowing in the wind. Gathering my books I head for the designated corner. She pulls up beside me and beckons me to get in. Whipping away from the corner we drive to her apartment complex. I watch as she puts the roof in place. I wonder what she will have me do."Leave your books in the car I will drive you home after."Her apartment is on the eleventh floor. It cool when we enter; the air-conditioning is running. She drops her bag and heads.