
"Daring. Hey, you're really upset. Did something happen?" He hugged her, smoothed her hair affectionately.
She felt him slip around so that he could pet her belly. And then as he pushed down across her navel she stretched around in the seat so that he could find the place where her T-shirt had pulled out of her shorts. Her uncle ran his fingers across the small gap and with a sigh of resignation, pushed under the white cotton. She felt him touch the lacy edge of her panties and hesitate. She worked her hips then and whimper into his kiss for more.
"Come on, Jeany, I'd damn well better take you home," he said, pulling his mouth away.
"No… kiss me some more."
"You don't really mean that. You're just upset." His finger was still touching the elastic of her panties. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him deeper into her shorts. For an instant his finger brushed across the beginning of her mound but he pulled his hand away. He had the patrol car started before she could protest.
"Uncle Bill. I… ohhh, damn it!" She started crying again, her belly knotted in anger and frustration and shame. She realized, too, that she was drunk. She'd had a big mouthful of booze on an empty stomach and she didn't know the first thing about drinking. Through her sobs she started to laugh. She could see the bulge in her uncle's pants. Seeing a law officer in uniform with a big erection seemed hilarious somehow. And then the laughter was gone and she wanted to reach out for that swollen lump. But she didn't. She peeled her T-shirt instead and tried to throw it out the window as her uncle wheeled the car around.
