Megmonster has given me permission to share this funny little tale.

It's 9:30 on a Saturday night in the 'ville and Miss Megmonster is going to visit the lovely Linley and her man Jeffie. Linley lives near a busy section of Bardstown Road across from the Uptown Cafe. Megmonster parks her little Toyota Passeo behind a big truck and proceeds to get out of the car. That's when she first notices it -- a big white, male ass stuck against the truck window.

At first she is stunned so she looks away, but then she takes a second peak to make sure she is not loosing her mind. And yes it's there, but this time she notices a pair of female legs wrapped around his waist.

So doing what any normal (but slightly demented) person would do she runs up to Linley's apartment and announces that there are two people having sex in a truck on the street. Linley and Jeffie assume that it must be their neighbors who love to have sex in public places. Curious, the three go out on the balcony to get a better view. After inconspicuously looking for a few minutes they determined that this is not the neighbor's truck so they go back inside.

Of course curiosity got the better of them, so the go to take another look. By this time the dome light is on and the sexual act is over. But the story does not end here. In a twist that could only happen to my daughter, the man (in his post orgasmic daze) backs his truck into her car. For a moment it looks as if the man is driving off so Megs starts screaming and bolts down the stairs with Jeffie in close pursuit.

Fortunately for Megs, the man does stop and is out of his truck surveying the damage. The damage is light (and since the Passeo is already in questionable condition) Megs tells him not to worry about it. The man apologizes profusely and goes back to the truck to get his business card.

That's when it happened! When he returns he hands her his card and sticks out his hand to introduce himself. Now you can imagine her dilemma, if she refuses he might know that she saw him, but if she accepts she gets to share his biological matter.

Not having enough time to think things out, she accepts the handshake. The man continues to say he is sorry and tells her to call him anytime and he will gladly file the insurance. Then he leaves. Being the intelligent person I raised her to be, she immediately goes into the apartment and washes her hands.

So what does she do next? She calls me of course, knowing that I would love the entire tale. When I ask her to read the business card she gets quite a chuckle when she reads that he is the Director of Health Safety for a major corporation.

Of course my devious mind is racing. She has his name, his company, his position and his e-mail. Can you imagine the fun I could have with a few anonymous e-mails that say "I saw what you did” or posting his name and company in this blog.

So the moral of this story is …you never know who is watching so be careful where you do it. But if you can't be careful, make sure you're fully out of that orgasmic daze before you leave the scene of the crime.