I liked the Impala anyway, even if didn’t have the great visibility of Checker cars.On a mild Wednesday evening in October, 1978, I had the Impala a...d had taken someone from Manhattan to Jacobi Hospital in The Bronx. I usually cruised back on local streets looking for a fare. There was no point in driving back to Manhattan empty.I was headed west on Lydig Avenue, a narrow crosstown shopping street. At Wallace Avenue, a dark-haired woman hailed me and she got in the back. She said, “I’m going to. And then the shame suddenly increased to an unbearable degree as the haughty young maid, who she’d met earlier, came into the room carrying a tray of tea. An enormous smirk appeared on the girl’s face as soon as she saw the helplessly exposed and trembling woman. Her eyes roved slowly over the blatantly displayed sex and the engorged nipples as she placed the tray on the table. Diana’s cheeks turned an even darker shade of red as the young girl sniggered and chuckled under her breath. . “ME?” I squeaked, my throat suddenly dry.“Yes, your dancer’s body and sweet little tits would look amazing in it.”“You think my tits are sweet?”“Fuck, yes, I know you think they’re small, but I think they’re amazing.”This was a whole new side to my best friend. We had met and bonded instantly on our very first kindergarten day and been best friends ever since.“Do you spend a lot of time looking at other girls’ tits?”“More than you might think.” she giggled. “Come on, let’s open the last box.”By. He looked up and stared. She was wrapped in a towel that wasn’t up to the task of covering her whole body. Another towel was wrapped around her hair, which was piled up on top of her head.“We can talk, now,” she said. “But not in here.” She glanced at the windows. The curtains were open and people could see in.He followed her to her bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed.“Do you remember what I said before I was ... injured?” she asked, without preamble.Bobby had thought about that a.