Suzy said nothing, looking desperately ahead, determined to ignore Don. How could he possibly be driving with that thing sticking up like that. She was not going to look at him. She just was not.

Smiling, Don let his hand drift over and land on Suzy's leg. He started stroking it, moving up towards her mound. He felt Suzy trying to pull away from him, but her range of movement was restricted in the car. Finally Suzy grabbed his hand and tried to firmly push it away.

A twist of his wrist and Don had hold of Suzy's hand. A quick tug and he was holding it against his crotch,...