Bob reckoned, "What the hell, I'll give it a try." So, he spent the rest of the day thinking about where to do it. He couldn't do it in his office. He thought about the restroom, but that was too open. He considered an alley, but figured that was too unsafe. Finally, he realized a solution.

On his way home, he pulled his pick-up truck over on the side of the highway. He got out and crawled underneath as if he was examining the truck.

Satisfied with the privacy, he undid his pants and started stroking his rod.

He closed his eyes and thought of the gorgeous girl who lived next door. As he grew closer to orgasm, he felt a quick tug at the bottom of his pants. Bob didn't want to lose his mental fantasy or the orgasm, so he kept his eyes shut, replying, "What?"

He heard, "This is the police. What's going on down there?"

Bob replied, "I'm checking out the rear axle, it's busted."

The officer replied, "Well, you should check your brakes while you're down there because your truck rolled down the hill five minutes ago."