Two hands on the Gearstick
Date: 11/29/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: paul_moadib, Source: LushStories
My daughter, Sarah, nineteen, had just returned from a holiday with some girlfriends. One of whom, Laura, I had offered to take home. As we drove back home from the airport we approached some roadworks on the motorway. The sign said two miles to go before the works. We were stuck in traffic and moving very slowly, so I knew it wouldn't be less than ten minutes before we actually reached them, at which point I was sure the traffic would pick up again. The sun was strong that day. We had the windows closed and the air-con on full. Even though the heat radiated in through the glass, the car remained fresh and I felt alert at the wheel. "Jim..." Laura said to me. "How long before we get through the roadworks?" "Well, we have to get to them before we can get through them," I replied. "Perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes more?" I said shrugging. The car went quiet again. Its machine-like sounds filled my ears: the continuous blowing of the air-con, the hum from the engine and an inaudible drone from some guy talking on the radio. The car was an automatic, so traffic like this was less stressful for me than if I were driving a manual transmission. Laura switched the radio off. She turned to her right, to face me, her right knee lifted near the gearstick as she shifted her body round beneath the seatbelt. She wore a short, flimsy blue dress, fairly low cut and perfect for the current weather. On her feet she wore a pair of white flip-flops. With her right elbow resting on the back of ...