He makes his move.

You giggle at her words but there is something a little unsettling in the look he gives you. His half-lidded eyes roam over your body, appraising your assets. He reaches a hand out and touches your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. Startled, you push his hand away and start to turn to sit straight.

"That's not funny Jack," you say with a frown of admonition, but he holds you knee and won't let you turn, sliding closer to you on the seat. His face is predatory and he gives you the smile of a hunter who has cornered his prey.

"Stop! You're scaring me!" you squeal as he moves closer, his hands on the silken skin of your legs.