No, you dont get to touch yourself in my car.Why not? It wasnt a whine, it wasnt. My voice was too deep to whine. It was more of a whoan. Or something. I couldnt think.Three reasons. One, I dont want to get into an accident trying to keep my eyes on you. Two, if I got into an accident, or if we were pulled over for indecent exposure, the mood killing would be the least of our problems. Three, and here it was, the tone I loved, that I could barely wait for even though I knew I wasnt going to like what he had to say, for the rest of the night, thats mine. Dont touch it.