We drove down the backstreets of Las Vegas Blvd. The car bounced lightly, and in my drunken state, the city lights blurred together. A hand clenched my chin; he kissed me. Our tongues slapped together; I gently bit his lip while rubbing his crotch. He pulled my hair then kissed me. I mounted him. His fingers grazed my thighs as his hands moved beneath my dress. We kissed again. I could feel him getting hard; then, as usual, words invaded my thoughts.