The concert wasn’t over for another hour, but neither Flynn nor Tony wanted to wait that long. Tony told the people he had come with that he was getting a ride home with someone else. They told him to stay until the event was over, but Tony insisted that he needed to go. Flynn silently agreed, since his semi wouldn’t relax for anything and he didn’t want to walk around with a conspicuous bulge until everything was over.
In Flynn’s car, they both worked off some steam by resuming their passionate make-out session. Lost in the moment, they temporarily forgot where they were supposed to be going. Someone who was either drunk or a jerk or both came and pounded on the hood of the car. He grinned lecherously at the two of them and said, “Hey kids! Either get a room or get to the good stuff!” Fl
