I felt his hand move to caress my breast, and in an instant he was inside my bra.
I looked in the rearview mirror. Yes, there he was, coming up to pass me again. We had been playing this little game of leapfrog for some miles now, and it had somehow taken on a life of its own. It had started innocently enough; I noticed him slowing a bit after we made eye contact on the second pass, and the game had begun. It was now the sixth time we had passed each other, and our...Read On