The windows begin to fog up quickly. The heat increasing inside. They were not tinted. I think that was a part of the thrill for him. The only thing we could legally get in trouble for was being out past curfew, but anyone seeing us was a danger that made him eager for more. I look at the slow paced blinking clock. 1:16. I long for the fresh pure air, but until then, i close my eyes and allow him the one thing that has been waving through his mind all night. I knew its what he wanted, so by me hanging with him, i was basically giving him permission and asking for it. It is too late to back out now, isn’t it?