The two of them drove to lunch in silence. There was little to say when the tension was so high. When they were half way there Michael put a hand on Dinae’s stocking covered knee. When she didn’t remove it he slowly slid it up her leg, just enough to push up her skirt a little before returning to her knee. Traffic was a little rough so he couldn’t take his eyes from the road, but he thought he heard her draw in her breath when his hand moved up to her thigh. He slid his hand back up, further this time and was pleased to hear a soft moan.