The taxi driver rolled down his window."'Ello love, where're you going?" He gave off a creepy vibe, but I didn't have much of an option, if I wanted t... get home.I gave him my address and climbed into the back. The driver was middle-aged, maybe slightly older. I would have guessed he was approaching his sixties. He was overweight, balding and smelled of stale cigarettes. He tried to make some small chit chat which I didn't want to answer, but at least it would keep me awake.He started talking. Two days and nights long so he offered to pay her for her time and help. Oh, that was exciting. A real job! They sure need the money. When he asked if he needed to get one hotel room or two she replied that she hated to sleep alone.She enjoyed working the sales booth even though she was mainly a physical attraction. It was effective so they had lots of paying customers. She was so wound up by the experience that she screwed his brains out both nights. There had been so many peckers in her twat. I think there's some setting or something that got flipped? Maybe she's in a place where there is no service? You got any idea?" Oh, I don't know Ryan. She's at a staging downtown today, in an apartment complex off Lower Wacker Drive. She said she needed to get some things from storage, so she's probably on her way out to Crystal Lake right now. I can tell her you called though, if she calls me? Get her to get in touch?" Yeah, that's fine. It was like this yesterday too – do you know where she. He said it was better than a sleeping pill, grading papers I mean. He was an English teacher, so he had to do a lot of reading of really bad English. Like mine. He was wearing some boxers and a t-shirt, I just had my long sleepy-t and some panties, but we were pretty used to each other anyway. I mean it had just been the two of us since his wife had died like eight minutes after I was born.I never thought of her as my mom. I'd never had one. She was just my dad's dead wife."It's okay, Stace.".