You find yourself sitting across from Abby in a WLF truck, Manny and Mel sitting in the back lost in conversation with Alice sitting next to them. Abby rests her cold, calloused hand on your leg, slowly moving her hand from your knee to your inner thigh without saying a word to you.

Her eyes were fixated on the road she was driving on. Meanwhile, your eyes were watching every move of her fingers. Normally she wouldn’t tease you like this until you two were alone, but she was getting needy.