I get up before K, shower, grab a Dew and head to the front porch to watch the sun rise. I love the new house K found for us – she has great taste. My flight is an early one and I have already called for the cab. Ill wake K in a few minutes because it wont take her long to get ready. Im excited about the trip and the opportunity to see my friends. The weather report is not good up north and I am a bit nervous about flying during a storm — not nervous about crashing or anything like that – nervous about my stomach because I get so air sick ! If it looks bad at take-off, this could be a 3D flight – thats a triple dose of Dramamine to knock me into next week ! But Ill have to wait and see.

I call to K from the porch and think about how good it will be to see the girls. Never in my wildest imagination (and I have a wild one) did I ever believe that I would have kept the childhood friendships I have with these women alive and strong for so many years. I have known them longer than some of my immediate family members and they ARE family to me. We have been through some of the highest drama and funniest times ever. And we have survived some unbelievable and crises as well. Whats so cool about lifelong friends is that they know you are loyal and dependable. If you dont talk to them or see them but once a year, its still like just yesterday since youve been together. I have friends now that will hold a grudge for days because I havent called them in a week. How petty ! (maybe they really arent friends after all?)

There is no such game playing with these girls — we know nearly everything there is to know about each other, and what we dont know we are sure to find out during our yearly reunions. They have seen me naked – both physically and emotionally– and have heard me ***** – two deal-breakers in any relationship !!. They are two of the chosen few who have seen me cry, seen my vulnerable side – who know Im not as hard as I appear. They know my sense of humor is not malicious or spiteful and they love me unconditionally. I love them both so much.. I cant wait to see them, and the reason for this years trip, our 2004 mission, just makes the anticipation that much sweeter.

The sound of the cabs horn in the driveway snaps me back into the real world and I holler for K to hurry up. She grabs her purse, a piece of half-eaten toast hanging from her mouth. I help her with her Curly coffee mug as I grab my carry-on and garment bag. The driver actually walks up to the porch to help us (must need some extra cash to pay the rent this month –BIG TIP time). Hon, I am SO looking forward to this cab ride with you, she whispers in my ear as she crunches her toast. K always scares me just a little when she gets wicked right before we are about to have *****! She takes the coffee mug and downs the last drop, leaving the cup on the steps of the porch. After he loads the bags into the trunk of the cab, the driver opens the back door for us cheerfully asking, Where you girls headed.?

Well, Im hooking up with some friends in Ohio then were off to Vegas to make our next million – professional gamblers, you know, I mess with him cupping my hand and shaking it as if I were about to throw dice. He smiles and nods knowing I am pulling his leg.

Yea, and Im just going along for the cab ride, K chimes in . . and my heart skips a beat knowing we are about to climb another rung on the ladder of ***** in Public Places – 129 down on our way to 327 !!

K makes me sit behind the driver so he can see me if he looks in the rearview mirror, and I am so scared that he will that I sit straight up and turn my head to the left and just stare out the window. There is one of those small sliding glass dividers behind the drivers head which separates him from the people in the back. Not much consolation for me there because he still has a clear view of me as he checks traffic behind him.

K sits next to me, just out of the drivers view, one hand on my thigh, the other around my shoulder. She knows I am afraid to look at her because I want her so much right now I might not last the entire ride and stamina is key in accomplishing the goal. My fear is such a turn-on for her – and that scares me even more. Her arousal level must be a 15 on a scale of 1-10 by now ! We havent even backed out of the driveway and she is making her move, the hand on my thigh creeping slowly and deliberately up under the fabric of my shorts. Im thinking to myself that I should not have worn any underwear because it would have made it easier for K. Plus I could have carried a clean pair in my bag and changed before I got on the plane — big mistake wearing panties this morning!

What airline are you flying, Miss, the driver asks as he heads out the driveway and onto the main thoroughfare. Were a good 30 minutes from the airport but I dont mind him asking now because that means he wont bother me later when I wont be able to answer at all!

Uhmm, Delta, William, I love to call people I dont know by their given names – I spied his while checking his cab license hanging on the glass divider behind him. I do the curbside check-in so you can just roll on up and throw us and the bags right onto the sidewalk. This way you wont waste much time finding another fare (AND ITLL GIVE YOU A FEW MINUTES TO CLEAN UP THE BACK SEAT I think to myself !)

Dont you worry about that, Miss, he replies. Ill take real good care of you ladies.

I want to tell him there is no need to take care of me; Im being serviced just fine as we speak.

Its just a few minutes into the cabride when Ks fingers have worked their way to the elastic around the bottom of my Hanes Her Way. She maneuvers her hand through the barrier and rests it momentarily on the dampness of my hairs. I am white-knuckling the handle on the inside of the cab door , biting my bottom lip and staring intently out the window not appreciating the scenic route William has chosen to get us to the airport. He is so thoughtful, a BIG TIP is most deserved. Not only is K getting me excited right now, but she is also starting to annoy me. She has initiated a conversation with the driver knowing he cannot see her when he responds and looks in the rearview. It doesnt take long for us to know his life story . As he talks, he continuously glances in the rearview. K pinches my shoulder with the hand that is wrapped around it and nudges me as if to say, look at him, acknowledge him. I catch Williams glance several times. I smile weakly and nod pathetically. I make a mental note to kick Ks ***** the first chance I get. I then return my gaze to the window as my breathing is starting to become a little erratic.

K finally stops the jabbering and I sense that she is not happy about the underwear thing and decides another approach is necessary. She quickly removes her hand from under my pant leg and in one swift motion that I cant even recall her doing she unbuttons my shorts and reaches down the front of my pants wasting no time returning to her desired destination.

Some type of indistinguishable yet audible sound escapes my lips when her fingers swim through the wetness she has created and finally enter me. She leans in just for a moment and licks my ear as she whispers, Gawd, you are so wet and so hot I dont think I will be able to control myself.

(CONTROL YOURSELF?????)

Upon hearing some noises in the back, William glances in the rearview mirror at me and asks if Im alright. K leans into me a little farther, making quite sure that her ***** are dangerously close to my face. I make another mental note to kick her ***** TWICE. She can see his eyes in the mirror now and explains that there was a recent death in my family and Im not quite over it. This trip should help me, she says. William nods in a silent, understanding way as he looks at K and then at me, still staring out the window.

Without moving my gaze, I ask William if I could open the window a bit because I feel the cab is beginning to heat up. He apologizes for the temperature saying the air is not working and to go right ahead and open a window. I cant believe he doesnt suspect something; I cant believe he doesnt smell the *****.. . .


TBC