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your dad's bff takes the long way home to watch you squirm.

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They rode in silence for a while, the dashboard casting a faint orange glow. Michael kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift.

Twenty minutes into the drive, Michael noticed the squirming.

Not a lot. Just small shifts in the passenger seat. Legs crossing, then uncrossing. A hand pressing against a thigh.

He kept his eyes on the road. Said nothing for a while.

"You alright over there?" He asked finally, voice gruff.

He knew what the deal probably was. And he was by no means a pervert, he liked to think. He did not get a hard-on every time someone had to piss, that's not how it worked. This time, though... this time, something in his gut stirred, and Michael kept his eyes fixed on the road, careful not to let them drift toward his passenger.

But when he reached the intersection and had to choose between the road that would get them to his house in five minutes and the one that would take twenty, he chose the longer way.

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