Yes, for a while

With my aunt's sudden exclamation of "Wait, there's the exit!", and my mom's sharp turn to make the exit, my sister was awake. With a stretch and a small sigh Liz rolled away from me freeing my body.

I gingerly shook out my arm and brought my legs together. By the time, Liz's eyes were opened, I had fixed my top with a single pull and slightly pulled down my skirt, enough that I no longer felt such a breeze. On looking over at me, she squeaked, "oh no Jaz, your arm is stuck, I'm sorry I was just trying to make sure you didn't shift on the seat", and she casually reached over and unclipped the seatbelt.

"Oh, girls you're up now" said mom, "Jazz honey have you been sleeping well?". Upon seeing my confused look she said" Your sister had to buckle you in and hold you down , because you were moving so much in your seat". I realized what she meant, the holding me down was to keep me from moving too much, but then how did it end up showing me off?

Before I could even ask any questions, my aunt chimed in "We even had to put one of your legs between our seats, just to make sure you didn't get hurt". All I could do was thank them, I couldn't say that I thought their safe position was somehow the perfect position to show me off.

Finally, we were at the gas station and rest stop and everybody was ready to get out and stretch their legs. Mom took charge of going into the store to pay, Liz went to the bathroom and Aunt Jen and I stayed by the car stretching our legs, at least until I got my own job to do.

Aunt Jen turned to me and asked if I could ..