Her Head Went Down....

I was Ubering Asheville one night when I picked up this couple downtown. They wanted to go all the way to Black Mountain which is about a 20 minute ride. We talked for the first couple minutes but then it got quiet. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw the woman slip out of her shoulder strap and her head went down. The man's head was thrown back, in shadow. Uh oh . . . what's this? My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel, my ears perked up, listening to every little tiny microscopic sound . . . clothing ruffling, a foot moving, an arm shifting . . . . an exhale. Is that a normal exhale? Did. . . did he just let out a sigh? Wait. . . . Is she going down on him in my car? In the car I drive my daughter in? Uh . . . should I say something? Am I going to have to ask them to stop? or am I going to have to face the fact that I'm a big fucking pussy who is too scared to ask them to stop? I keep anticipating hearing something more informative. Something wet. Fuck! NOOOOOOOOO!!! I imagine myself asking them to stop. What then? Do I kick them out of my car or keep driving? We get off at our exit and pull into downtown Black Mountain as I hear the man waking up his wife. She'd just been sleeping with her head in his lap.