“Fuck…” she whispered, squeezing the steering wheel and letting up a little on the gas. She hesitated but she had a half smile on her face and I knew she had sensed my desperate desire to hear her speak, still I did not move, waiting. xxx 18 I watched her for a moment, her breasts heaving as she struggled to regulate her breathing. The back seat where I had been hiding was completely in shadow and she could not see my face though her frightened eyes searched for me in the same mirror that reflected her nervously biting her bottom lip. Her face flushed but she let out a little moan and continued to drive. Her speed was an act of defiance and bravado that excited me and my breath quickened as I slid my hand
