What? How could you be ashamed of that? It's not like you revealed the car to be your own bed.
I have always wanted to have a deep, passionate expression towards someone inside somewhere remote and abandoned. I've had it once before, never got as far as I wanted to and my memory of it was so lucid. The silence makes every sense magnify, body language might as well have been spoken.
In the seat of a Greyhound bus going to California from New Mexico. In the seat and in the bathroom of a Greyhound bus going to Texas from California, 3 weeks later and with a different guy. Close to the front entrance to thhe Luxor hotel in Las Vegas, behind some bushes. On the grass of a public park after midnight. In the back seat of a car while someone was driving it and watching us from the rear view mirror. In the alleyway next to a bar. In the stall of the men's bathroom of a bar. Under a bed during a party, while everyone at the party was in the room. Meh... ADD kicking in. My list is too damn long.