I've got a week before the landlord comes looking for the rent and that'll buy me food and give me some gas money so I can find a job."I blanched. Dea... God, she didn't need to be working. She looked like she was due any day. She needed to be off her feet."No," the woman said with a little heat. "I can't come home. I love you but he's still there. I can't live with him. I just can't. I'd rather starve. Please try to understand."What about her baby? Her next comment told me that I wasn't the only. The cabbie just had to meet the requirements for length of the ride and then say the special phrase, "have a nice evening (day), sir (ma'am, miss)"It meant stealing another's life, like mine had been stolen but refusal to do so meant dying a horrible death. I would not die, I wanted to live and to get out of this life and this body.The next two weeks dragged by. I spent the time learning where to pick up fares that wanted long rides, among other things.The full moon came and I was ready, I. I must say I started to feel intimidated again, as I was totally surrounded by them, no one could see me with the lads in front of me kneeling up and looking over their seats.They still continued to talk nice, I was starting to feel tired, I closed my eyes for a second and my head fell back and made me wake up with a start, the lad to my left was talking to me, I had stopped answering them but just listened, he then put his hand on my knee just below my short denim skirt, I looked at his hand. I felt like crying, but instead joined in Mark's cries of passion. My body started convulsing, and then I felt it. He suddenly stopped thrusting, holding his cock deep in my body, and I felt a tremor along his length. He cried out, and a hot spurt shot far inside my vagina, followed up quickly by another and another. I gasped, as he ejaculated into my womb. But as much as a part of my mind reeled against this, my body had a will of its own and pushed back onto him, desperately trying to impale.