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The light turns yellow. I downshift, brake, come to a stop next to a guy in the left-turn lane. Sarah and I look his direction at the exact same time … just as his index finger breaks the plane of his right nostril. I see the bulge in his nose as his finger corkscrews toward its quarry.
“Man! I don’t know how anyone can be a valet driver knowing people do that!” Sarah says.
“Hell, that gives me an idea,” I say. “Next time I’m forced to valet park somewhere, I’m whipping my cock out and rubbing it all over the steering wheel while the valet guy watches. We’ll see if he makes me valet park after that!”
“Man! I don’t know how anyone can be a valet driver knowing people do that!” Sarah says.
“Hell, that gives me an idea,” I say. “Next time I’m forced to valet park somewhere, I’m whipping my cock out and rubbing it all over the steering wheel while the valet guy watches. We’ll see if he makes me valet park after that!”