Lisa wove her way through highway traffic, careful not to go any faster than the posted limits which changed between straightaways and graceful scrolled curves.

She used to enjoy driving. Now, with a constant backseat driver looking over her shoulder, it gave her a headache. She couldn't even complain aloud, though she'd mutter or whisper beyond the audio range. She'd learned that if she faced slightly to her left, the camera couldn't pick up any hint of facial expressions.