Hope for a nice sex
It was for a Tuesday. They both hoped for a sunny day, as rain
would doom the experiment. But rain it did. It took all morning
for them to decide that it was still OK. The drive was
uneventful, lots of small, weather-type talk. Pleasantries. Jim
parked in the deserted lot at the park as the rain streamed down
the windshield. They unpacked their meager lunches and ate. The
silence wasn’t exactly deafening, but there was much of it. Then
they were finished.
After the trash was picked up they both sat back and looked at
each other. “Would that it was the way it was,” noted Sandy with
down-cast eyes.