The city streets were a nightmare, cars honking and inching forward in the sweltering heat. Andrew gripped the steering wheel, his frustration boiling over. He glanced at the woman beside him, whom he thought was his wife Angela.
"f*****g hell, this traffic is killing me," he growled, his knuckles turning white. "We're never gonna make it to the hospital at this rate."
Nancy, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, looked at Andrew then around at the other cars. The tinted windows provided a cloak of privacy, a small oasis in the chaotic traffic jam. She grinned wickedly and ran a hand up Andrew's thigh, squeezing his growing bulge.
"Maybe we can find a way to make this delay worth our while," she purred, her voice low and inviting.
Andrew raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on
