My heart races as I guide my truck through the familiar streets of Cedar Rapids, my passenger a nervous but eager young woman with braces, her tiny body clad only in a thin t-shirt and shorts. I've promised her a thrill, and I intend to deliver. As we drive, I lean over, my voice low, and whisper my instructions. She swallows hard, her eyes wide, but she trusts me. With trembling hands, she reaches for the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it to expose her bare, young breasts to the world outside. Her nipples harden in the cool air, and she gasps, her innocence and excitement palpable as she clutches the fabric, ready for more.