Cara, my youngest sister, had phoned me, again, like she always does after a wild night out. I hadn’t expected her friend; he was older than us both together.

Both in my rear-view mirror, sitting in the back seat a little tipsy.

Rolling my eyes at her choice of clothing, I noticed how she looked at him, with pure desire.

I watched as Cara reached over and took his hand in hers; she moved it to between her thighs, and she let out a little moan.

As I glanced back from the road, my eyes met his, and I felt that same desire.