 A Thursday, maybe?... Once upon a time, I was dropping off somebody or other on Pill Hill (a little hill literally covered with medical buildings), when a call comes in for Sycamore street, just on the other side of the BART tracks. The nasty side of the tracks, that is. Of course, I lived on the nasty side of those tracks for years... so I figure what the hell? As soon as the girl comes out of the house, I recognize her. I've driven her before, I know that some dude pays at the other end, and I don't have to stress about it because dude has paid before and most likely will pay again. So I relax, and just start bullshitting with her as we drive. Once a cabbie starts getting friendly with a fare, it can quickly turn into taxi cab confessions. This girl didn't give me a long story though, she just batted her eyelids as we pulled up, saying "Honk for me, will ya?, my sugar-daddy's paying..." I just nodded. It wasn't anything really new to me, my housemate when I lived in the neighborhood used to pay cabs to bring his various Ho's and Crack Ho's by the house... hell, on my days off he'd pay me to go and pick them up and bring them back to the house. The thing that struck me was the way she leaned her head through the window in the shield and the breathy way she said it, and the way she batted her eyes. I couldn't help but smile. After 8 hours of driving on a sunny day, it's good to know you can still inspire a little sexiness from a woman. Needless to say, when she asked for my card and my personal phone number, I said sure. A little over an hour later she called for the ride home. When I pulled up, she came to the front door... and I figured, What the hell?, and unlocked it for her. We hadn't made it but 2 or 3 blocks before she was reaching for my crotch. It kind of took me by surprise, it happened so suddenly. Her fingers were sort of roughly handling my balls, and then, before I quite knew what was happening, she'd grabbed my dispatch mic out of my lap. "Your dispatcher has a sexy voice..." she said, "How do I tell him I think so?" "Uhh, you just press down on the button, wait for the beep... he'll hear you." I explained without thinking. It was too surreal to ask any questions. They chatted all the way back to her house. Rodney, the dispatcher, seemed as confused as I was... but no more resistant. She wasn't all that hot, not that Rodney could know that, but it didn't really matter... most men have a weakness for crazy women. As I pulled into her driveway, she made sure that Rodney had her number, and made him promise to call her. I just laughed. What the hell? She'd made me detour through the Jack in the Box drive-thru, bought me some egg rolls, paid the fare, and even tipped me. And she'd given my right nut a little attention too. That's all I ask, when all is said and done. the Old Waybills there's No Place Like Home... You gotta be shitting me Alex |