Just a little more now…just a little more…just—
And then, outside, they both heard it, very distinctly: the first drops of rain falling on the roof. xxx sex It was Monday morning and the cabdriver was talking but James was only half listening. Startled, he sat down without thinking, and the Driver slapped him on the shoulder once by way of greeting. “I don’t mean to be rude,” he said, “but who are you?”
“Amber.”
“Right. Didn’t he tell you about me?”
“Not a word.”
“That naughty boy!”
“Where are we going? Where did it all go?”
“Here,” the Driver said, grinning. You could have left.”
“Yes, I could have. “And I could have done it, if I’d really wanted to. By rights the city should have melted or flared up like a struck match by now. A small voice, barely more than a whisper, said, “Hello.” James could only grunt in reply. S’not good for you, man. “I’m going to travel again. It had been years since he’d had to use one with Nakia and it felt strange. Too much guilt.”
“Human nature.”
James looked at the driver. A string of Christmas lights provided most of the illumination. You like that?”
James blushed.
