Out for a drink with a female friend, we're walking the streets, it's quite late.
'I'm feeling horny.' she tells me.
A second later a stretch limousine with blacked out windows cuts across the traffic and screeches to a halt near us. The door bursts open and a man dressed in a dinner jacket and sunglasses runs out of the car towards us.
My friend backs away. As he runs towards her he takes off his sunglasses and hesitates a second, smiling. My friend sheepishly smiles back and he continues his run, peeling off his jacket and throwing it to one side, loosening his tie.
He reaches her and grasps her round the waist, kissing her and leaning her backwards. Then he's pulling down her skirt as she looks around anxiously. I look on he he encourages her further along the street, behind this wall? No. Here, this grassy slope? No. Ah here then? No. They eventually find a grassy bank where other late night revellers have having unabashed sex.