returned to the car, and let the top down. My load smeared and creased among the folds of the vinyl top as it collapsed into the top of the rear of the car. I drove back to the lot with my hair blowing in the late-summer breeze, and my softening cock still hanging free of my shorts, exposed to the warm sunlight and drafting air.

I didn’t buy that car. But I sure as hell went back the next weekend for another test drive.