I put on the cutest outfit in my closet. Black skirt, snug blue top that shows off the curves just right, black heels that lace up the ankles, and of ...ourse matching black lace thong and bra. My hair was all curled and my whole body was hair free accept the long black curled hair on my head. I was looking and smelling good. I grabbed my black purse and headed out.I got there a little earlyto have a drink and get a good spot where I could see her walking in. Just then she came walking down the. While sitting in the usual bumper to bumper gridlock, I decided to watch the people on the sidewalks and in the other cars. Most of them looked tired. Some were yelling into cell phones, others were looking over files balanced between their laps and the steering wheel. Some were bobbing their heads to music only they could hear. They all looked normal, some of them even looked happy.I sighed and leaned back into the polyester seat. I smelled the tobacco smoke of old cigarettes.The cabbie must. I found myself wondering about his manhood and, what he would look like, what it would feel like in my hands. The more he looked at me the more I tingled and the wetter I became. I saw myself joined with him physically as one. I wanted him. I want to give myself to him.Reaching toward me he offered me his hand. I extended my hand toward his. His warm and strong fingers closed around mine. I felt light headed.Instantly, I found myself standing with him in a different room. This room was darker. She cried out as it went in deep trying to move her legs but the soaked sheets clung to her legs making it impossible to move adding to her panic.A though entered her mind, “No please.” was all she had time to say when her hand pushed the middle finger in hard closely followed by her ring finger.Abergale could feel something clawing away inside her at the cracked shards of her mind were being pulled away one by one giving whatever was on the other side easier access to her. A feeling of pure.