I was driving my boss from an important meeting, and it didn’t go well, so he was still on his cell phone as I started the car and pushed the gas pedal to part. He was really impressed by the decisiveness of my moves and by the sheer laced stockings that I had on that day and that now popped off my skirt. Now I knew I could do whatever I wanted, and I wanted him under my red-soled So Kates and my hosed feet. I would push hard and abrupt the pedals as I was driving, keep pumping on that gas pedal even when there were no need to…