18It was just seven o’clock when they left the restaurant. Harry undressed Kate as Zeke drove them up Alexander Avenue and under the approach road to the Golden Gate Bridge. Kate knew he was taking her up to the infamous parking area overlooking the magical bridge and the city beyond. She’d been parking there with overheated boys and overeager men since she was a teenager. “Harry, maybe we should go someplace else.”
Harry said nothing. He finished peeling off her shawls and dress then pulled her close and kissed her. “Take out my c**k again, girl.” Kate tried not to think of Zeke watching them in his all-seeing rearview mirror and concentrated on Harry.
As they entered the parking area, a black Jaguar sedan pulled out of a prime spot so Zeke could park the limo there. He pointed the car
