We quickly buy our snacks and get back on the road. Once were back on the high way I eat my snack in silence, staring out the window…you take your hand and start rubbing the inside of my thigh. To your displeasure, I still don’t give any reaction.
You give up after a couple minutes with a frustrated humph. You continue driving, and about 15 or 20 minutes later, I unbuckle my seat belt and start rummaging around in our bags in the back seat. Confused, you ask me what I am doing. I give no response. At this point you’re sexually frustrated and starting to get really angry with my attitude change.
After a couple minutes of rummaging I find what I’m looking for. I return to my seat and fasten my sea tbelt, still without having said a single word. The minutes drag by. I break the silence by asking you to pull over, and you pull over on the shoulder, expecting an explanation for my actions.