He retreats.

He yanks his hand out of your pussy and doesn't even bother to wipe it off as he crosses his arms and looks out the window.

Dismayed, you tug your clothes back into place. You're not sure why your encouraging smile and hip roll repulsed him.

Is it me? You wonder.

You find yourself muttering with some confusion,"What did I do wrong?"

He hears you and spares you an absolutely scathing glance. "No point if you're just giving it away," he grunts, and proceeds to ignore you for the rest of the trip.

You sit back, aghast. Is being too eager the reason for your lack of success today?

You add consideration of men's desire for an unwilling victim into the swirling considerations for potential new Rules.