I think.
I’m driving home, see a guy laying on top of a pickup cab. OK, he’s replacing the seal around the door, right?
No, he’s reaching in the window. WTF? There’s a lady sitting in the cab, and his hand is just about level with her breast. Eyes back on the road. I don’t want to know. Don’t want to think about it, but this perverse urge to post and share it with you.
Jeez, ninety seven views and no comment?
I guess I was expecting more and when I read the OP I didn’t really have much of a comment. Sorry 
I have no idea what you are trying to describe, but I appreciate you as an individual.
Is your name James Ballard?
No, but I knew a Dr. Ballard in grad school. Does that count?
Knew him how? Like in a pickup?
Did he have breasts?
I thought this was going to be asking for advice or something. Like how fast could you be driving a pickup before it’d be uncomfortable for the people in the bed. That’d probably be posted in GQ I guess.
I’m trying to work a Heisenberg Uncertainty joke in here, but I got nothin’.
How do we know it was love? It could have been truck lust.
That’s what she said!
I love you.
She needs lots of attention and the other guy was all scrootched down out of sight?
It was no big deal…just adjusting the high beams.
I don’t understand the OP. He was laying “on top of a pickup cab”?
Lovin in a pickup sounds interesting; there’s a bench front seat, or you could lay down a blanket or sleeping bag in the back. But why would you lay on the roof?
The guy sounds like he’s a pickup artist.
I try to forget, but it is seared into my brain. Or retinas…but I digress.
He was laying on his stomach, on top of the cab roof. Feet on the driver’s side, head on the passenger side. His right arm was inside the cab, fondling some part of a young lady sitting in the passenger seat. I don’t know where his left hand was…oh good gad, no, please no…Thanks, pal. :rolleyes:
Mother-trucker, that pun hurt!
There’s a bed right freakin’ there, man. Use it.