I.C.E - Part 2

I glance at Drake, “Hey, be careful. I’m driving you know,” I say, almost scolding. He removes his hand and repositions himself in his seat and continues his rigid movement as he looks out of his window.

In the next few seconds, he begins to unbutton his shirt then slightly reclines his seat and proceeds to stroke his penis through the surface of his left pant leg with his right hand. He moves about in the seat and groans, almost a growl. Then he unzips his pants and begins to masturbate. I pretend not to notice.

I accelerate my speed as we are approaching a traffic light, and I move to the left turning lane. I try to control my legs and arms. I don’t want him to see that I’m trembling. I make the left turn and drive toward Walker Mill Road where I picked him up at his sister’s house.

Drake continues to look around, rocking back and forth, almost in a frenzy now. His once kind eyes are now glazed and darting—the look of the madman that he is. He has no clue that we have changed direction.

To be continued ...
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