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Jane slapped her hand over her mouth to keep the French fries from falling out as she was laughing. Doing her best to keep Brian from seeing the food in her mouth as he glanced over at her while waving his cheeseburger in the air between them.

“That was when the guy says, ‘Shouldn’t you be watching the road?'”

“You are so full of shit.”

“I am not. That is exactly what happened and it was in this cab.”

Jane rocked back against the seat, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of one hand while holding a half full sack of fries in the other. She smiled at Brian as he took a massive bite out of his cheeseburger and tried to chew with his mouth shut.

He failed, but he tried.

Jane loved this. Brian was funny and nice. He flirted just a little but nothing he had said was even close to being rude. He was listening to her and paying attention. The night had gone from horrible to great. If things had been just a little different, this would have been the best date she had ever been on.

If they went to a bar and had a few drinks, she might have even been able to forget that she was wearing stolen clothes after washing off a bucket of blood a few hours ago.

He knew his business. They had been driving around for hours and not one person had hailed the cab. Brian answered a few calls, but each time, one or two people had jumped into the back and Jane got to stay for the trip.

“Training a new cabbie,” he would say if they asked about her. She liked that idea, she could drive and his stories made it seem like this could be a lot of fun.

When the radio squawked, she prayed that the next group wouldn’t be big, or at least not big enough to force her out of the cab. Out into the rain and away from Brian.

He picked up the receiver and said he would take the call with a look of disgust painted across his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“This pick up is at a gay bar.”

Jane grinned at him as she reached into the bag for another fry. “They say homophobia is a sign of repressed sexual desires.”

The cabbie turned green and curled his lip up. “There isn’t any repression. I have driven drunken homos before and some of those stories are fucking disgusting.”

“Enough said.”

Now he grinned, an evil, twisted and scary grin that would have had her looking for an escape route if she hadn’t been talking to him as long as she had. “Oh no little missy. You don’t get to question my manliness without enjoying the story of the drunk fat homos in this cab about two years ago.”

She groaned as he started talking.

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