I was driving home late Saturday night with my lovely wife, after having dinner together at Yin Ho Chinese restaurant. I had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand on her thigh.
"I can't wait to get home baby."
"Me too, baby." I said, "Play some Rihanna and have a glass of white zinfandel."
"You're speaking my language."
I moved my hand slowly, up and down her leg. I couldn't look at her facial expressions, since I'm driving the highway, but I could tell that she had her eyes closed...enjoying every...