I was nervous. He was much, much too handsome and I was far, far too sober. "My name is Rebecca. I'm just traveling through Taos and a friend in New Y...rk said to come by and say hello. Abby?" Oh, yes, Abby," he nodded in affirmation and his ears perked up with interest. "Sit down and chat a bit. Do you want a drink?"I looked longingly at the bottles lined up on shelves in front of an antique mirror behind the bar. Did I want a drink? Oh, God, did I want a drink. "Uhhh ... no. A cup of that. It was clear that she enjoyed flashing her body to Alex but didn't want me to know. Maybe she was concerned about jealousy or that I would think she was being a deviant or something. In realityI was finding her exposure arousing so it was easy to understand how she could too. But for now we were playing this game where we both pretended that this exhibition was unintended, unavoidable, and just not a big deal.On Wednesday night, just before 10pm, I had noticed that Alex's car was not in the. My world.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As I was hoping, Hannah was ecstatic about spending the day at the beach with me. She even assembled an impressive luncheon basket of fresh tropical fruits and assorted gourmet cheeses then paired it with a very nice bottle of Beringer Cabernet Sauvignon, `94. There was little doubt that my friend has impeccable taste indeed. I can now safely say I’m in love with Hannah. The beach at Santa Cruz was so jam packed with co-eds and family frolickers, I suggested we hop on. She couldn't tell, but guessed he probably stood about 6 feet tall."How long have you been driving a cab?" she enquired."Not long, love. Only about a year or so," he replied. "My father was a cabbie, his father was a cabbie, his father was, and his father before him probably ferried people by horse and carriage," he joked. "It's in the genes, I s'pose." What else is in your jeans?" she retorted nonchalantly.They smiled at each other one more time, and then she turned her gaze to the passenger.