Public Sex
You're sitting in a MacDonald's, your head cupped in your hand as you refresh your hotmail page for the thousandth time. I stopped responding and you feel your heart sink. What on earth is she doing?? You look at your watch, it's almost time for you to go. You wanted to get your raging urges written down in an email before you left, but I'm not responding, so you figure this is as good time as any to get back on the road. You sigh and close your laptop with a snap, standing up. You turn around...