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She unzips me and puts her hand down my jeans. “Oh, I see you’re ready to rumble.” I’m so excited, I can’t say a thing, and I rub myself up against her hand which is now grabbing my balls. Taking my erect penis in her hand, she starts masturbating me without a hint of shame. Nevermind—the cab driver knows exactly what she’s up to. When we get to the apartment, I zip myself up and give the smiling cab driver a very big tip. “Thanks, bro,” he shouts behind us. “You got this,” he says, winking at me.

"Baby, are you still not going to tell me where we're going?" K asked Jesse as she hurriedly rolled down the cab window. "Seriously?" He just shrugged and teased her with a cute, boyish smile. Jesse reached to his side and rolled down his windows, too. The whole car interior smelled like pot. Both of them immediately got a whiff of it upon opening the cab's door. The driver probably took a hit before accepting passengers. The possibility of him driving while stoned was like 90-10, with the way his eyes looked so puffy and red. He was all smiley and mumbly, too.

I wished the males would get out of the way and let them finish what Raven already started. Then I recalled the cab driver. A human in our midst. I quickly pulled out the cash and held it out to him. "Take this and go. Get out of here!" Rather than shock, he seemed as captivated as I was. That meant he didn't see the fangs or claws or healing wounds. Thank Fate. With Clove and Richard crowding the girls, he must've missed the real show. His eyes were focused on the twins now as he took the cash from me, and he made no move to get back in the car.

Looks like he doesn’t know me yet. I acted like what I did last time. The driver looked at me,” Good Morning, sir…” he started. “Where are we headed to?” like before his smile never leaves his face. I tried recalling what I said and answered him, “Could you please take us to Dawson’s Pawnshop?” “Hop in, sir.” We entered the cab. Same as before same seats, I was in the passenger’s seat while Whitney took the back seat. Whitney is smart and played along, she slumped on there.

With a light, reverent touch, the man’s fingers catch and rub the oscillating crucifix of the rosary hanging from the rear-view mirror. This cabbie should be both a religious and superstitious man; in other words, your typical Filipino. Apart from the steadiness of his hands and the deftness with which they weave the taxi in and out of traffic, his aura tells me he’s seen a lot of crazy accidents on the road but never once felt anything because of them – at least nothing weird enough to freak him out and stop him from delivering a fare to their destination. But years of driving a cab sharpens a man’s intuition of people, of the different strangers he picks up on the road. Plus he’s listened

I told the cabby, who was wearing a nose mask and a baseball cap. “Nice to see you too, Angela Jackson,” the cabby said in a hoarse, terrifying tone that made me tremble. My heart leaped to my throat when he took off his cap, revealing the bloodshot eyes of Alberto Miles Lucas. I opened my mouth several times, but no words could be formed.

"Damn, this chick is a knockout. Way better than the ones I've paid for. I'm going to take my time with her." Felix's expression turned odd. Of all the people to run into, he had to find a murderer. "What you'll be enjoying," Felix said coldly, "is the full weight of the law." In the blink of an eye, Felix threw a punch, his other hand darting out to snatch the gun. Then, he grabbed the wheel and slammed the driver's foot to stomp on the brake. The series of actions happened so fast that in the back seat, Nancy barely registered what was happening before the cab screeched to a stop.

Mrs. Jones P.O.V. I got into the cab and put on my disguise, no one must know that I am about to do this. "Where to?" The cab man asked. "Just drive" I replied wearing my wig and applied some makeup. "Excuse me ma, what do you take me for? Do you think I am here to play? This is how I feed please tell me where you are heading to" said the cab man. "It's either you drive or you die" I pointed my gun at him. He was shocked, "I will drive, I will drive". I sigh and returned my gun to my bag, "I am sorry, I scared you". "It's okay, I was the one who caused it", he replied still jittering. "It's okay, stop shaking, besides I wasn't going to shoot you". "Just tell me what to do ma", he l

I saw Onix car packed at the same spot he insanely had his way with me. “This car brought me here but I have to trek back home, what a tragedy!” I said, pointing at the car I couldn’t trek back home cause my legs aches so badly, I had to board a cab with the little money on me. The cab man were staring at me, he couldn’t focus on his wheel. Before I could let in some words to his head to drive me safely. He opened his mouth, wanting to utter something. “Are you Gigi Lancaster?” He asked.

Carl told him, forcefully smiling at the man. “What do you have on you?” The cab man asked him, but Carl shook his head in response. “Nothing, just a piece of paper with an address on it.” He replied and noticed a visible vein on the man’s forehead. “Whatever just get outta my car!” the man yelled at him, in anger, and began to slap his forehead in anger. “Thanks,” Carl said and alighted the vehicle. He had barely walked from the vehicle when the car sped past him.