One time, my first wife came home from a date, and he drove her into our driveway and turned the engine off. I watched the car through our living room window for a good 20 minutes as it very slightly swayed. I could just make out the shadow of Mark sitting in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette. He looked to be all alone in the car until I saw a female shadowa ppear in the passenger-side window, pull down the visor, and seem to put on lipstick in the mirror. The passenger-side door opened, and my wife dot out. Mark started the engine, and backed out of the driveway. When she came in, I asked her what the hell that was. She said that she didn't think that I'd still be up. I asked her if she just blew him in the driveway, in public. She smiled and told me that I was cute for being jealous, "It's just sex, Jack. Get over it. I'd kiss you, but I taste like Mark."
