Between Ten And Two She’s Off Limits

(My wife and I are driving home after a date, with me in the driver’s seat. I’m feeling frisky, so I put one hand on her thigh. She promptly grabs my wrist and puts my hand back on the wheel.)

Wife: “It’s 10 and 2 o’clock, mister. Not 10 and thigh o’clock! It’s not going to be sexy if you crash the car.”