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A Lyft driver s Escapades
Eventually, the conversation took a turn, and her hand found its way to my arms as I drove. It was subtle at first, just a light touch, but it didn’t stay that way for long. My heart started to race, but I didn’t pull away. I didn't want the hunger to kick in, It started as an ordinary day, picking up rides all over New York. The back-and-forth to JKF and Manhattan had been nonstop. My last pickup for the afternoon was a woman fresh off a flight from Vegas, and it showed. She was short, fit,...