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Authors: Jess C Scott
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message away, for a booty call! He’d just thought to himself that he enjoyed being single. What more was he itching for?
“ You too,” Christina said sweetly, looking him up and down. “I’m of legal age to drink here,” she continued. “18’s the minimum, right?”
His crotch was on fire. “Yes, that’s right.”
Christina was just checking with him. She was already drinking beer and wine from the age of 16, which was legal to do in Switzerland. But she still had yet to get hungover. She drank because she enjoyed savoring the taste of wine, not because she wanted to black out or run away from her inner demons.
18, he said to himself. Little Chrissy’s no longer a kid! And we’re not so little anymore…
Andy and Christina walked out to the taxi stand, Andy feeling they were going down the pavement like young lovers on an adventure together.
One of the cab drivers greeted them, and took Christina’s bag, as the siblings got into the cab. The driver was polite and well-dressed, like a business professional.
Andy smiled at Chrissy as she got in, licking his lower lip when he saw a flash of her thigh, as she lifted her leg to climb into the cab. Her thighs were lean and toned as her calves. What was she doing? Preparing for a marathon? He’d always known Christina was a tall girl, but was this what the dowdy clothes had always hidden?
Andy gazed out of the cab, with a glazed look, at the night sky, and the small colored lights that dotted the sides of the asphalt road. He kept on hearing the story a tattooed cab driver with a gruff voice had shared with him, late in the evening, just a few weeks back:
“ Weekends are always the worst—I had a girl puke on the carpet, because she was drunk—I made her pay $40 for the servicing!”
Andy had glanced down at the carpet right away.
“ Another time,” the driver chattered on, “I had a middle-aged man tell me to drive out to this ulu (the local slang for “remote,” Andy remembered) spot at 2 a.m., before he took out a knife, and demanded for all my cash—which I gave to him— ah, and I had a couple having oral sex the other day—the Malay girl was so young—and the guy was so noisy! ”
And it was just because Andy had happened to ask the mysterious-looking driver how his day had been. Andy had shifted a little uncomfortably on his seat— God knows what else I’m sitting on, he’d thought (he liked clean surroundings)—and watched the passing scenery through the window, giving monosyllabic blips as answers, as the driver continued his tirade on the various quirks of some of his more outstanding customers.
As it so happened, Christina was talking to yet another chatty driver, when the driver gave a laugh.
“ Oh! I thought he was your boyfriend…”
The driver gave a glance over at Andy at the word “he,” via the overhead mirror. Andy wanted to lurch forward and strangle the driver—Andy was sitting right behind him—yet, a part of him deep inside was, incidentally, simultaneously wishing upon the visibly bright Venus star high up in the night sky, for the driver’s casual assumption of their relationship to be an actuality.
Christina gave a schoolgirl kind of giggle, and carried on the conversation with the driver, about the chocolates in Switzerland.
Food. Had he eaten? Andy couldn’t remember. Why did Christina look so radiant and fresh? Andy always looked like he hadn’t slept in a week, when he was jet-lagged from flying. Christina, on the other hand, was very pert and alert. The driver was clearly fascinated with her charm too. Andy felt middle-aged, next to Christina.
All the talk about food and the focus on the taxi driver was making Andy think about the other cab driver, the one who’d so freely shared the various shenanigans that took place on a regular weekend basis.
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes, Andy thought to himself—he could so imagine it, him completely relaxed, his mind going dead—in the good way—with his amazing
“ You too,” Christina said sweetly, looking him up and down. “I’m of legal age to drink here,” she continued. “18’s the minimum, right?”
His crotch was on fire. “Yes, that’s right.”
Christina was just checking with him. She was already drinking beer and wine from the age of 16, which was legal to do in Switzerland. But she still had yet to get hungover. She drank because she enjoyed savoring the taste of wine, not because she wanted to black out or run away from her inner demons.
18, he said to himself. Little Chrissy’s no longer a kid! And we’re not so little anymore…
Andy and Christina walked out to the taxi stand, Andy feeling they were going down the pavement like young lovers on an adventure together.
One of the cab drivers greeted them, and took Christina’s bag, as the siblings got into the cab. The driver was polite and well-dressed, like a business professional.
Andy smiled at Chrissy as she got in, licking his lower lip when he saw a flash of her thigh, as she lifted her leg to climb into the cab. Her thighs were lean and toned as her calves. What was she doing? Preparing for a marathon? He’d always known Christina was a tall girl, but was this what the dowdy clothes had always hidden?
Andy gazed out of the cab, with a glazed look, at the night sky, and the small colored lights that dotted the sides of the asphalt road. He kept on hearing the story a tattooed cab driver with a gruff voice had shared with him, late in the evening, just a few weeks back:
“ Weekends are always the worst—I had a girl puke on the carpet, because she was drunk—I made her pay $40 for the servicing!”
Andy had glanced down at the carpet right away.
“ Another time,” the driver chattered on, “I had a middle-aged man tell me to drive out to this ulu (the local slang for “remote,” Andy remembered) spot at 2 a.m., before he took out a knife, and demanded for all my cash—which I gave to him— ah, and I had a couple having oral sex the other day—the Malay girl was so young—and the guy was so noisy! ”
And it was just because Andy had happened to ask the mysterious-looking driver how his day had been. Andy had shifted a little uncomfortably on his seat— God knows what else I’m sitting on, he’d thought (he liked clean surroundings)—and watched the passing scenery through the window, giving monosyllabic blips as answers, as the driver continued his tirade on the various quirks of some of his more outstanding customers.
As it so happened, Christina was talking to yet another chatty driver, when the driver gave a laugh.
“ Oh! I thought he was your boyfriend…”
The driver gave a glance over at Andy at the word “he,” via the overhead mirror. Andy wanted to lurch forward and strangle the driver—Andy was sitting right behind him—yet, a part of him deep inside was, incidentally, simultaneously wishing upon the visibly bright Venus star high up in the night sky, for the driver’s casual assumption of their relationship to be an actuality.
Christina gave a schoolgirl kind of giggle, and carried on the conversation with the driver, about the chocolates in Switzerland.
Food. Had he eaten? Andy couldn’t remember. Why did Christina look so radiant and fresh? Andy always looked like he hadn’t slept in a week, when he was jet-lagged from flying. Christina, on the other hand, was very pert and alert. The driver was clearly fascinated with her charm too. Andy felt middle-aged, next to Christina.
All the talk about food and the focus on the taxi driver was making Andy think about the other cab driver, the one who’d so freely shared the various shenanigans that took place on a regular weekend basis.
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes, Andy thought to himself—he could so imagine it, him completely relaxed, his mind going dead—in the good way—with his amazing
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