That's too funny! Reminds me of something that happened the summer after I graduated from HS. I'd gone on a date one Saturday night with a girl who had the sex drive of a lioness in heat, and we'd had sex 3 or 4 times over the course of the evening on the hood of my family's car (I was 18 and such things were still possible).
The next morning a miracle occurred. For the ONLY time in my life, I was the first one out the door to the car for church. The car hood was sorta like this pic, but 10 times worse. You could see an imprint of her butt in the dust on the hood, handprints, footprints, the outline of her back, and even a DNA sample right in the middle of it all. It was so bad and obvious that Ray Charles would've had no trouble interpreting that crime scene. I darted back into the kitchen and grabbed a damp hand towel and quickly wiped the hood down just before my parents came out the door. Man, that would've been one seriously awkward ride to church with my mom.
