There is something about a long drive that turns me into a menace. We had been on the road for days, and I decided early on that he wasn’t going to get a single moment of relief until I was good and ready. So I made sure every mile was pure agony. Stretching across the seat in nothing but my thin black panties. Letting my hand wander up his thigh while he gripped the wheel. Whispering exactly what I wanted to do to him, then pretending I’d said nothing at all. Three days. That’s how long I kept him waiting. By the last night, he was done pretending to be…