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Eric would like it known that his friend does most of the work, he just helps out. The Taxi Makes More Rounds By Eric and a Friend It's day 14. I've been driving this awful, smelly, evil taxi for two weeks now, and it should be the time for my life-changing ordeal to take another turn again. Let me start from the beginning. Two weeks ago, I was a middle age stockbroker. I put heart and soul into the job, and that left me with no social life, no family, very rare dates and no kids to carry on my family name. But the salary and bonus were good, if not great, at least I had apartment in the better part city that was all paid for in cash 10 years ago with two cars, a beach house, and a vacation home, plus about a quarter million in the bank plus another half million in stocks and bonds. That day, I was just called into my boss' office and told my performance wasn't measuring up with other younger wheeler dealer brokers that managed to bring in far more cash than I had managed. In fact, my boss was younger than I was, I had trained him when he started with the firm. But, to the management, I was only good at training new people. While those new guys' career tracks soared, mine would stay the same over the years. I guess I am too honest for my job. My boss told me coldly that if my performance didn't improve, then my job might be "restructured" and split into three different positions, which would allow the firm to hire a few younger hungry people with much lower salaries - and scruples. So that night at 7, after I finished up with my work, my mind was thinking about how could I keep my job, increase my performance, and maybe call in a few markers inside the firm to help myself out of this trouble. I walked down to the underground parking and soon found my car wasn't back from the 15,000 miles tune up. The garage had promised 'faithfully' to be finished at 5pm that day. What a shocker! Not. I used my cell phone and called the garage and got nothing except the usual voice mailbox. I wondered sometimes if there is a human being left in the world. So it was a terrible day for me, about to lose my job, my damn car didn't get back from the garage and I had to take a taxi, driven by a reject from some reject country. I wondered if I would make it home alive. I wished I had a good friend to call for help, but I didn't have friends. That honest thought came hard to me. I didn't have a social life to speak about. The firm was my life and I was about to lose the only life I had. The first taxi I saw made an illegal left turn but my mind already had enough gloomy thoughts to sink a ship and so, like most New Yorkers, I didn't worry about it. I was pleasantly surprised. My God, a taxi driver that spoke English! They're an endangered species! The middle age driver wasn't easy on the eyes, but he spoke good English! As soon as I sat down and closed the door behind me, I smelled the taxi's odor. It's a smell that is usually associated with the driver's lack of acquaintance with a bathtub. But the driver had a clean shirt on. So I assumed it must be the previous passenger who had left an unpleasant reminder of himself behind. I leaned back and my mind was filled with all of my problems, while the driver started to shoot off his mouth. I wasn't about to talk to him about my whole life that evening, but the talking also meant that I didn't have to listen to the usual weird music coming out of the taxi's tape deck. My mind did pick up a few pieces of information from the guy, he was new at the job, before this he was a pilot for some major airline, and he told me about his weird taxi ride that changed his life totally. From that point, I pretty much filtered his speech out of my head and was focusing on the comeback plan I was forming up in my tired, desperate brain. As the taxi finally arrived in the front of my apartment, the cab stopped. My doorman saw me and gave me a smile and a wave as he walked to the apartment entrance ready to perform his job; I gathered up my briefcase and laptop. As I opened the door and started to step out, the taxi driver turned toward me and he smiled to reveal his yellow teeth. "Have a nice evening, sir!" As soon as he said that, I found myself was back in the cab since the smell of the damn taxi was still fresh in my mind, but the seating arrangement was different to my back, I was sitting on those wood beading seat cover taxi drivers loved to have, and in front of me was the black, grimy steering wheel of the taxi. I turned to my right and was horrified to find myself smiling back at me and handing me a brand new hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change!" said 'me'! The thought that this was a body snatcher flashed across my mind, but for the most part, I was thinking about the hundred-dollar bill for the $15.20 fare. That was a big tip! And I saw my former body greet my doorman by name, went through the open door of my old the apartment building and soon disappeared from my sight. I don't know how long I sat there in the taxi, but it wasn't really that long since one of my neighbors came out of the apartment and saw me sitting in the taxi, she was in her 20's and her type of work still puzzled most of the neighbors in the apartment. But she was happy to see me. "Thank god, you got here fast! Driver, get me to the Time Square and don't worry I'll pay any ticket! Your cab company really works fast, I just called them not 20 seconds ago on my cell phone and here you are!" I didn't say anything but wondered if the body swap would still work for me, or it was just a one-time fluke? We got to the Time Squares in about 15 minutes with fare of about 7 bucks. I looked to my right and my neighbor got out and handed me a 10-dollar bill and told me to keep the change and she ran to the MTV building few doors down. I don't know if I was hopeful of a body switch or not. I closed my eyes. I opened them. Still inside the damned Taxi! No swapping had taken place. No new life for me! Am I going to be trapped inside this miserable body and life forever? It was then that I decided to call it a night and tried to find where this taxi driver crashed. I found his wallet and driver license, and that led me to a part of the city that I never been to, it was a rundown part of the Big Apple. As I found his small apartment, parked the taxi in his parking space, and found out something wasn't right. I remember getting inside a yellow taxicab, but the taxi I stumbled out from was black. I had no idea what was going on but decided it was a long nightmarish day and went inside my new apartment and got myself some baloney to eat. I found the journal in the apartment the next morning by accidentally kicking the mess in the living room. I was too late to get myself out of the new life I was in, and had to wait for another two weeks. As I read the thick journal from cover to cover, I came to realize a few facts and rules that I had to obey in order to get a successful body swap, like a 20 minute ride, eight dollar fare or over, new moon or full moon, the phrase I had to say just before the exchange could take place and what would happen if I decided not to do a switch inside the taxi. So I was sitting there in the living room of my new apartment for the first morning, understanding I still had about two weeks before getting myself a new life, either a good life, bad life, long life or short one. I really didn't care what kind of life. Anything, as long it was not inside this taxi driver's body, driving that hellish taxi. I wasn't really ready to go out for the day or next few days as the taxi driver to earn a living, so the 100 dollars my former body gave me was in fact a sort of nice gesture to me, not to have to worry about working hard for the next few days. I was able to live on that money to sort my head out, before I was able to carry on the life of the taxi driver, driving that diabolic cab until another swap could take place. The next two weeks couldn't pass quickly enough for me! What a horrible body, life and apartment. Thin walls and fighting couples next to my new place didn't make a good night sleep. On the fourth day I and went out on the road. And every night after work, I put down my thoughts in the journal, as everyone before me had done. In those endless two weeks, I almost went nuts over the new life I was forced into, but I managed to get myself under control. I felt terrible I was going to thrust some other innocent person into hell. But I had no real choice. Me or them! Them or me! Now, it's day 14 with a new moon out. I made up my mind to work all night with no time to stop for meal or even going to the john. If I were not able to force a switch tonight, it would be another two weeks before I could try again. The first two fares for the early evening weren't that long, nor I was interested in the passengers. The first one was an old couple heading down to the Central Station to meet their grandson for the first time. The second was a nanny and three children taking them back to their home. Neither one of them was longer than 20 minutes, but that nanny sort of reminded me of the one on TV comedy shows not that long ago, the one with weird New Yorker accent? She also had on the most God awful high heels. Then the Mother Nature wasn't helping my chances that much either, with rain starting to fall down hard. That would thin out the people wanting to go out on the town this Friday night. Now I'm cruising down the part of city that mostly has salons and day spa shops, as my stomach starts making noises. I better find a place to eat for the night. Then I saw two women that were waving their hands wildly among the tightly parked cars. As I stopped, one of the women went back to the shop and escorted another woman out of the shop with a newspaper protectively over the third woman's head. All three got in the taxi and shouted their destination to me. "Plaza Hotel, quick!" That's almost across the town, and with the rain coming down hard, a 20 minute ride is almost a given. I looked back at the three women through the rear mirror, all three were young, and two of them were dressed in bridesmaid gowns. The third was breathtakingly beautiful! She was sitting down in the middle, just wearing a pair of tight jeans, a white cashmere sweater and a bridal veil of real lace over her head. The three were happily chatting among themselves. I overhear them talking and soon figure out the bride to be is Sally, while the two bridesmaids are Kate and Catherine. The ride took forever, my heart thundering the whole time. Could I do it? Could I not do it? We saw two accidents on the side of the road, slowing down the traffic as the two taxi drivers fought over whose fault it had been. I tried to talk to the three girls during the now 30 minute ride, but they just tuned me out like I did to the former taxi driver two long weeks ago. Just before we arrived at the Plaza Hotel entrance, I made up my mind on which I wanted to become, just as the fare meter clicked to $19.45. As the three women were getting out of the taxi, I turn to Sally, the bride to be, and told her. "Have a nice evening, Miss!" As soon as I said it, I know I'm in Sally's body. I am Sally; I feel the weight of the braided hair on my head and the veil falling into my face. But also all of Sally's memory and knowledge, plus her skills, all now belong to me right at that moment. It was kind of weird too, since I now know when Sally had her first lover in bed and bunch of other stuff that might make her Dad blush and be angry about at the same time. But getting back to the real world, I see now my two new best friends and bridesmaids are still so happy about my wedding that we almost forget to pay the driver the fare. I took out a hundred dollar bill and gave it to the middle aged man with the pale deathly face. "Keep the change." My voice is lilting and very upper class. I walked fast with my two friends to the hotel and got us to one of the rooms that have been setup for my changing room for the wedding. I tried not to think of the poor misplaced person in the smelly taxi. During the time in the hotel room before the wedding would start, I kept asking myself if I did the right thing or had I forced the young woman, formerly named Sally, into something where she might be trapped forever as that taxi driver. But my train of thought kept being broke up by the endless things I had to do, as I sat there putting my make up on. I then started to dress in all those things a woman has to wear on her wedding day, white pantyhose, the strapless thing holding up my breasts and few other effects before putting on my $125,000 wedding gown. It was so beautiful. I looked in the mirror and can't help smiling. I am the most beautiful bride in the world. Of course, like most nervous brides I forgot to go to bathroom before putting on all those silky things in the first place! I was so excited and nervous! The wedding was about to start, and walking in a pair of three-inch pumps without being able to see my own feet is a weird thing to do. My father came to me and escorted me out to start the wedding process, where I finally meet Clayton for the first time, he's kind of cute and handsome, and rich! I am such a lucky girl. After that, time flies really fast. I remembered the "I Do" part, the walk down the isle, the first dance, feeding cake to each other, more dancing, eating the dinner, the cheers, the drinking, and finally the two of us retired to the honeymoon suite on the top of the hotel. It was a fairy tale out of a storybook. I could hardly wait. I felt so in love with a handsome man. I was ready before he carried me over the threshold. It was also a fairy tale for both of our parents, since Clayton was an only child and so was I, and the marriage set merger in motion. Both families owned companies that were worth a total of about 10 billion dollars in the stock market, fiber optics and really hot stuff. We didn't sleep that night. Sex with my new body was great! Being young and in love was great! Sex with Clayton really makes one hate the morning coming. We are about to check out of the hotel and head to the airport to officially start our honeymoon. Last night, I managed to get Clayton to reserve one of the hotel limos for us before all the horseplay and kinky sex started in the honeymoon suite. No sense in taking chances! I am glad I did that since now I can't look at a taxi the same way as I did before... A yellow cab is waiting in front of the hotel and that puts a chill down my body. The driver was not visible! I was so frightened. We are escorted to our limo and soon we're on our way to Hawaii for our four-week honeymoon! Four weeks of sex, fun, sun and sex! I squeeze my husband's strong arm lovingly. We drink champagne in the Limo. ***** "Have a nice evening, Miss!" was all I heard when I was about to get out of the cab, the next thing I knew I was driver, and saw my own beautiful body giving me the fare and telling me 'to keep the change'. I was really shaken up. Was I going nuts, or was it all a nightmare? I kept looking at myself walking inside the hotel with both of my best friends, heading for my wedding. My former self doesn't look back. It can't be true! It can't, it can't, it can't! I felt like I wanted to cry but I couldn't do that for some reason. I was hungry, sick and going nuts, all at the same time. What was going on here? I left the Plaza Hotel and drove aimlessly in the city without picking up any one, mostly due to the rain, but also because I wasn't in that kind of frame of mind to play taxi driver. It was about mid night that I decided to find out where I would be sleeping that night. This roach filled apartment was not where I expected to spend my wedding night. But now another Sally was enjoying Clayton and the Plaza suite, while I was sleeping on dirty sheets. Desperately I went back to the hotel that morning. I saw myself and Clayton come out of the hotel. It made me sick to realize that someone else was living my life. Hopefully I waited. Would they get in the cab? I saw 'Sally' staring fearfully at the Taxi. NO! NO! NO! They were getting into a Limo and I started crying. Most of the next two weeks were the forgettable kind of memories, nothing really interesting, just trying to get myself back into this real world and also learn the rules I have follow in order to switch. I know that I have no real chance of getting my body back, since that new Sally would never take a taxi ride again. It was quite a humbling come down. Before the ride I was heiress to 5 billion dollars. Now I was scrambling for tips to eat greasy food. When the full moon came out at the end of the two weeks, I knew I was ready to move on to a new life, anything would be better than driving this evil taxi for the rest of my life. I worked that evening really hard, but my customers didn't ride that long or meet the fare requirement. At around 10pm, my potbelly protested, telling me 'that enough was enough'. I was starving and about to find a cheap place for a late night snack. Then two very well dressed young women came out of an up scale hotel and the doorman was hailing a cab for them, with two bellboys holding about 10 different pieces of luggage. I stopped and picked them up for a ride to the airport, while the bellboys were busy loading their luggage to the trunk and few of them had to be stuffed in the front seat next to me. Both of women were German tourists in the US just here for shopping in New York City and having their monthly hair salon visit. They must be very rich or have rich husbands or parents in order to afford this kind of lifestyle. The timing is about right, and the fare would be more than 10 bucks! I had it made. But which one? Which one would I condemn to hell? There's a voice in my head that makes me wonder if I really can do this. Can I take away another one person's life and put her in the same position as I was forced to be in two weeks ago? That would make me no better than the monster that did this to me in the taxi. But do I dare not to change? Could I face the possible punishment the cursed taxi would give me after I willingly failed to make a switch when all the requirements were met? I don't know. I guess I have to make that decision right at the last moment and see what my heart tells me to do. The two women talk among themselves in German. I had no idea what they were talking about, and me trying to talk to them in English didn't work. As the moment approached, I stopped at the international airline departure terminal where two skycaps came to the taxi and started to unload the luggage. As the women are ready to leave the taxi, I turned to my right and looked at both of them, and decided it wasn't the right thing to do. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't! The two women paid me the fare of 12 bucks and left an eight- dollar tip, but I wasn't interested at the money, but fearing the punishment soon to come. It came. My skin burns, my brain was fried, and I went blind, deft and dumb! The agony lasted for forever. When I could see I saw it had been only ten minutes! Somehow I knew I had better surrender to the taxi or the next time it would be worse, far worse. I spent the next two weeks as the taxi driver, living in the filthy apartment as him. The taxicab still sinks like rotten eggs no matter how many times I scrub it out or put the taxi though the car wash and have the insides steam-cleaned! During the two weeks, I started to have dreams about how my life would be if I had never gotten in the taxi on my wedding day, I would be sitting on the beach now in Hawaii, getting tan and drinking cold drinks and having others massage my body everyday. I would be making love to Clayton on crushed flowers. But every morning, I woke up to the sound of fighting next door, and I was still back in the role of taxi driver. I was a slave to the Taxi and trapped in an alien body. I knew if I didn't pull a switch at the new moon, I would go crazy, that is if the taxi didn't punish me first. I don't know which one of them would be worst of all, but I don't care any longer, I knew I must get a new life! I must! I still have dreams about my former life, easy and golden life, a life I never thought too much about nor appreciated. And maybe because of that thought, I remember Clayton and Sally would be back that night from their Hawaii honeymoon vacation. I didn't expect Sally would get in my or any taxi ever, but just to look at her and Clayton would make me feel better somehow before I would go on to start another new life that night. So now I'm sitting in the airport arriving terminal, as all the taxi drivers do when waiting for their turn, to pick up customers in the airport. I was almost all the way back, but with a handshake, that had a 20 dollar bill in it, I was moved to near the front of the line and I waited, and waited, and waited... I saw Sally and Clayton coming out of the terminal! My heart stood still. Sally was so beautiful and Clayton was so handsome! ***** The honeymoon started well. The first night was dreamy. Then Clayton started drinking. Soon he was drunk all the time and wanted to have rough sex all the time. A glass was never out of his hand. The 4 weeks we were in Hawaii, Clayton barely left the hotel or even set foot on the beach. Then, on the third week, things got worse - much worse. Clayton was in his usual drunken stage in the honeymoon suite. Then, when he found out I told the room service to stop sending more whiskey to the room, Clayton went totally mad and his fist smashed into my face. But that was just the start. The beatings didn't stop until more drinks were sent up to the room. By then, Clayton was down to using his belt to slash me and bruises were all over my body. This was worse than being the Taxi driver! Some how I had to escape. But when I suggested a divorce he beat me again. "Listen, you controlling bitch! You try and leave me and you're dead meat - like a steer hanging on a meat hook! With my money and power the best hitmen in the world will vie to bring me back your head on a silver platter!" If I knew Clayton would turn out like this, I wouldn't have taken Sally's body in the first place; I could have called off the wedding - I might- -I blame myself for all the failure. Perhaps God was punishing me for giving in to the taxi, the temptation and stealing Sally's life in the first place. The honeymoon was simply hell. I had to escape somehow! We're sitting in the first class seats on the plane home. Clayton was keeping the stewardess's busy handing him drinks. I spent about two hours trying to use make up to cover up bruises on my face, but finally I decided wearing large frame sunglasses would cover up most of them, I hope. I found that as Sally I never liked flying, so that added to the terror of the flight back. What kind of life had I stolen? After the two porters got all the luggage, Clayton was holding me tight so I couldn't break away. His breath smelled like a distillery and we walked outside of the terminal and looked in vain for the family Limo. I wanted to wait and call for another, but Clayton wouldn't hear of it and shook me calling me stupid. Clayton decided to take a taxi back home. Before I could gather my courage and mutter my opposition to that, a cab pulled in front of us and Clayton instructed the skycaps to load all our stuff into the trunk and some were loaded in the front seat. Clayton forced me to sit inside the cab, and as the Taxi left the airport, I saw the same pair of eyes I had seen and hated just one month ago in the mirror!! It was the real Sally! I felt resigned to my fate. Fair is fair. ***** I didn't know 'Sally' would want to ride in a taxi in her life again, but I was wrong. When Clayton's hand waved at me for the cab ride, my heart surged and was exciting. I might find a way back to my former body, I might finally get my life back, I might finally get -what's with the sunglasses on Sally's face? I looked much closer when Sally was seated behind me and an obviously drunken Clayton was busy directing how to load luggage into the taxi trunk and front seat. I looked at her through the rear mirror and saw bruises that Sally had tried hard to hide. I knew what was the problem then, as I knew all along when I was dating Clayton and up to the day of wedding, Clayton must be out of control. He swore that after we were married he would stop the drinking and his abuse. Like a fool I had believed him. He obviously had been hinting the bottle hard. Pretty much for the rest of the ride, Sally seemed resigned to her fate and gave me a half smile. Clayton mostly kept to himself. I didn't try to talk to them. I saw Sally eyes in the rear mirror and they show nothing. Not even fear. I guess she was pretty knocked around out by Clayton. She had decided her new life didn't start the way she wanted or maybe she was riddled with guilt? So I have a chance here to get my body back, but I was afraid of what Clayton would do after I got back to my former life as Clayton's wife. Could I survive the beatings? Could I want to get a divorce so soon after honeymoon? Would my parents understand my reason to do so? Would it be safe - would Clayton try and kill me? Would . . . 24 minutes and 15 dollars of fare later, we arrived at the new and large apartment Clayton and I had bought together a month and lifetime before the wedding. It's a lovely place and the doorman saw us and came out to help with the luggage. I needed to make the decision now, I have to! I have no other choice left in my hand and this is the only one I could take. Sorry, and hello again to my Sally... "Have a nice evening, sir" ***** When I heard those words, my heart jumped and almost stopped in the same moment, but nothing happened. My husband took out a hundred dollar bill and gave to the driver and we left the taxi and soon got in our apartment. I looked at Clayton, and Clayton looked at me, neither of us spoke a word for few minutes. I understood what had just happened outside of the taxi. I cried. ***** When I said the word, I found myself outside of the cab and was in the process of reaching for my wallet to pay the fare of 15 dollars. I found a new hundred- dollar bill and gave it to the new taxi driver, whom now was scared pale on his unshaven face. I was the new Clayton as I had wished for in the last moment when I made up my mind, and the switch worked! "Keep the change." I said, and left with my new wife Sally and went to our new home while helping the doorman. When the door finally closed behind us in the apartment, Sally didn't say a word, I didn't want to say anything, and we just looked at each other. I don't know how long it took, but Sally's eyes finally showed something, something that showed she finally understood what had taken place, and she cried on my shoulder. I sat her down on the sofa while kissing away her tears. "You know now, you understand now, don't you honey?" I asked her, just want to be sure. "Yes! But why didn't you just..." she said while still crying. "I deserved to be swapped back, I know I did." "I can't. Not after I saw how he had treated you. I can't just keep on letting him doing that to you. Or to me. I'm sorry. I know you don't deserve that kind of life, nor did I. But what's done is done. This way, we might start a new life together. No more booze, no more bottles, and no more drinks for me, your husband Clayton. Can you accept that?" "Yes. After what I did to you I will spend my life doing my best to make you happy!" Sally said while still crying. She then got up, hugged me and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. There was love in her kisses. We started another honeymoon in the new apartment that night, and both were happy with the weird arrangement and I promised to be a good husband to her. And we promised each other never set a foot in a taxicab again the rest of our lives. ***** The new taxi driver sitting in his taxi was wondering what had happen, why he was sitting there, why he just saw his own body tipping him and walking to his new apartment with his new wife, why... But before he could do anything, his mind was flooded with idea of need to get more paying customers. I need more money; I need to feed his now hungry stomach, and god do I need a drink! Later I need to find a place to sleep, then I might figure out what was going on and maybe find a clue of what had happened. The cursed taxicab changed its color again to red, as well as its license plate but no one noticed the changes, as the lone taxi rode down the empty road and soon was faded away from that part of city in the night. Clayton fumed. His body and his golden life had been stolen. How could such a thing happen to a nice guy like me? For days he haunted his old place. Several times he saw 'Clayton' and Sally. But they stayed away from the taxi. The stupid bitch was smiling happily. She was too dumb to know that I was gone and that a stupid taxi driver was in my body! Women were such stupid bitches! Well I needed money for booze - that hundred bucks did not last long. So I started picking up passengers. Once a stupid cop even ticketed me for drunken driving! "Do you know who I am?" I told him threateningly. "Sure a drunken bum of a taxi driver, Mack. I see hundreds like you every day." I fumed. Somehow the old taxi driver would pay for stealing my life. I felt sorry for poor Sally stuck with an imposter in my body. The two weeks of hell were finally coming to an end. Desperately I searched for someone worthy of my importance. A man and woman richly dressed waved to me to stop from an expensive apartment and got in. Shit! The man was an ugly little foreign type and too old. But the woman with him - What a babe! She was movie star gorgeous. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad being a woman. It would be better than what I had now and what power I would have over men with that body! I think I would look up 'Clayton' and torture him. If only the cab ride would last long enough! I listened to his conversation. They were planning on making ten thousand dollars tonight. She said nothing. They were rich! Good. Better and better he didn't seem to be her husband, but rather a business manager type. They pulled up beside a private club - it was one of the oldest in the city - only old money allowed. The stupid bitch was sure in for a shock, and I laughed inside. God I would be so hot! "Have a nice day, Miss." Then suddenly I was standing easily in high-heeled boots with a mink coat draped across my shoulders and looking at the started face of a middle-aged driver. The bum smelled of cheap booze. I walked with an easy swinging stride inside. We were taken up in an oak paneled elevator. "I'll wait for you outside, Tanya" said the guy to me in Russian, which I somehow understood. Memories came flooding in. I was a recent Russian immigrant and he was my sponsor. Shit! I was Jewish. Damn, but how could I guess? I didn't look Jewish. The door swung open and six older guys wearing 17th century period costumes were waiting with cruel smiles. The door was locked behind me. The walls were lined with wiping posts and a fire roared - In it were red-hot pokers. I was seized and stripped naked and did those fiends enjoy that. Inhuman lust was in their eyes. I was too terrified to breathe. What had I gotten myself into? "Welcome to the hellfire club, Tonya!" the leader said. "You will be worth the money!" another one said as I was tied to a whipping post. I cried out as the lash cut across my naked shoulders. Suppressed memories came pouring in as the lash came down again and again. I was the most successful call girl in the city for S&M orgies. I was a helpless slave to my business manager. I knew very little English and was an illegal immigrant. One of them approached with the red-hot poker and I screamed again "In this club no one can hear you scream!" said a wit giggling. As the red-hot poker seared the sole of my foot I screamed again. ***** Outside in Taxi the new driver sped away. He hated this body and the taxi, but still felt relief. I never thought I could get away! The middle-aged face smiled. I wonder how the body stealer likes her new life? The End