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God, so many.
In the telecom rooms at work, often, like multiple times a week. In the boardroom at work. In my cubicle at work after hours while waiting for a delivery.
In the back of my truck in every garage around the building where we worked. In my truck in a Walmart parking lot at lunch time. In my truck parked on a busy street in downtown Ottawa at lunchtime on a weekday.
In a stall in a busy boarding stable while people were coming and going.
In her pool in her backyard in the city in the middle of the day.
In the parking garage at a mall on Christmas eve.
In the public bathroom in an office building while people came and went.
So many more.
Just show us all up, why don't you?
You are reminding me of parking lots, people walking by, knocking on steamed up windows.
Probably the worst, and most regular, was a couch in my parents' living room. Spooning under a blanket can turn into clandestine sex real quick. All while watching cartoons.
That was all one woman, a coworker. I miss her a lot.