legs, probably

At this point, Hoda and Harold were doing an intricate ballet with their fingers and palms, the parts that make up their hands. They were squeezing and releasing, Hoda was sweating profusely from the center of her palms, Harold's hands were shaking like tiny chihuahuas in the cold. He was somewhat embarrassed, but also knew that this shaking indicated to Hoda that the desire for fuck was running through his body like electricity.

They were both moaning tiny little moans, whisper moans, like mice or small cats or moles or voles or smaller cats or very small ghosts.

Suddenly and forcefully, Hoda grabbed Harold's hand and dragged it through the air slamming it onto her thigh, palm down. Harold knew what Hoda wanted. Hoda wants me to grab her thigh, he thought, correct in his assumption. Hoda squealed as Harold gripped her average to thin thigh with his average to small hand.

Hoda was, of course, still driving her brand new bright red 2016 Honda Fit and all of this sexual excitement was starting to make it difficult for her to concentrate on the road. Maybe I should pull over, Hoda thought.

"Maybe I should pull over" Hoda said.

"Why?" Harold asked, knowing full well why but wanting to tease and also liking the excitement and danger of engaging sexually while driving.

"Well..." Hoda trailed off and looked down at her leg. Harold was doing a little tap dance with his hand on her thigh, pressing, pulling, sweating, tapping, rubbing, so forth. "I think what we're doing is dangerous. This 2016 Honda Fit is brand new and I only just started the lease today. What if I crashed and something were to happen to the perfect bright red paint? Or something were to happen to you and your mother were to call me and blame me for your horrible ****..." Hoda realized she was letting Harold into her morbid fantasy from earlier and she was a little embarrassed. Was this kind of thing too much?

"Would you tell my mom you loved me?" Harold asked.

Hoda was shocked. How did he know? Could Harold read minds? Hoda supposed she'd solve this mystery somewhat soon.

"Um...I don't know. Why would you ask me that? Can you read minds?"

"What? Why would I be able to read minds?"

"What? No reason. I don't know why I said that." Hoda was feeling a little panicked. She realized it had been weird to ask Harold if he could read minds after a question like that.

"Well, I don't know why I asked you that so we're even." Harold was also feeling a little panicked.

Hoda and Harold sat in a tense silence while Hoda continued to drive. Harold lessened his grip on Hoda's leg. Hoda feared the sexual tension was gone and that the rest of the ride would be awkward and not at all what she'd hoped for. Hoda decided she couldn't let this happen. She cut the wheel, slammed on the breaks, put the 2016 Honda Fit into park and lunged at Harold, tongue first.