When my (now) husband and I were starting out I was still living with my parents, so finding a place to do the deed was a little tricky. One night we were parked on an old oil pad out of town and things were going great. We were really getting into it with him on top when we were suddenly interrupted by a tapping at the window. Someone had called the cops on us and there at the window with a HUGE smile on his face was a sherriffs deputy, who happened to also be a long time friend of the family. He just laughed and covered his eyes and told us to go on home. He never told my parents about that night, but my husband still can't look him in the eye.