We wouldn’t know anything about each other, not even names.A fantasy, of course. I guess we all have private predilections, albeit some more taboo t...an others. I know of some people’s fantasies and they are far kinkier than mine. I kept mine a secret, never hinting at this strange desire. Until that is, I decided one day to tell my friend Jean all about it during a lunch.I actually call her Genie because Jean seems too plain, too boring for her. I prefer my spelling and nickname because she has. Don said he didn't want to leave since he had been drinking, but he wanted to go to Eric's sister's room. I didn't want to but he talked me into it, telling me that everyone else would be outdoors. We snuck around the house, into the front door, and up the stairs to the bedroom. We pulled the blinds and switched on the lamp, and there was a nice double bed. The house was quiet, so I relaxed and laid down with Don. The beer made him bolder and took my pants off before he fingered me. I didn't. We came upon a rest stop and I was shocked when he pulled into it and shut the car off. I looked around and saw we were the only car there."Why are we stopping here?" I asked"Well, the night’s been so nice I figured we could get to know each other before I take you home"“It's getting late and we both have work tomorrow. I think we should call it a night"He looked annoyed but then he smiled and said, " I guess you're right. How about a quick kiss and then I'll get you home"He leaned towards me. He hit the button to go up several times, but when that proved to be taking too long, he settled for the stairs, taking two, sometimes three, at a time up to the next floor to his supervisor’s office. ‘Devon just texted me!’ he said, out of breath and gasping for air. He leaned over onto the superior officer’s desk, stretching out the phone for his supervisor to see. ‘Almost three hours ago. Have you called her?’ ‘I didn’t have a chance to check it before now.’ He’d regained his composure,.