When I was very young my parents used to take us for a walk and this included going through a very quiet road. I used to see people parked inside cars and I asked my father what the people were doing and he told me ' They are praying '. I believed him.

It was of course a joke that he was sharing with my mother, at our expense. Those people were couples making out.

Years later I ended up sometimes going there with a girlfriend or other in my car. After making out we'd sometimes smoke a cigarette or chat. I could not help noticing one thing. When a man walked past my car he never looked inside, but women invariably peeked in.