Many years ago, a young lady and I attempted to get frisky on a greyhound bus. Don’t judge- it was the middle of the night, we were going through Missouri, and my Walkman had broken- there really wasn’t anything else to do. It was, in every way, a deeply unsatisfactory experience and I would not repeat it.
Porthcawl, get a clue from Berlin. Anyone forced by culture or proclivity to seek sexual gratification in a public amenity deserves our support and sympathy, not our censure.
