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(Eric's note: I edited, added a little bit, and put a little extra in the ending, but this is 90% my friend's work. It is a very poignant tale.) Cinderella's Taxi (A Taxi Ride Universe Tale) By Eric and Friend The twin girls were almost ready for bed, but their bodies were still full of energy at 9pm. It wasn't easy for their sitter to get them ready for bed in the first place. Even after begging and bribery, the twins still wouldn't get in the bed and sleep like the angels four year old girls were supposed to be. Three stories were not enough. They wanted MORE! "Grandpa, read us another bedtime story!" Alicia asked her grandfather. "I'm tired of all those old stories, read us a new one, please!" Anna, the other twin said. They would do anything to get pass bedtime. "You two don't like the storybook fairy tales? Too big for them, right? Okay. Let me see. Yes, I got a story for you now," The grandfather said but he looked at the two girls in bed, still too tired to go to sleep. "But first, you two have to promise not to get too scared with the story and won't tell anyone about it, promise?" The two girls nodded their heads, wondering what kind of story their grandfather would tell. "Cross our hearts!" The grandfather got a chair and put it next to the bed, and slowly sat down. He looked at the pile of storybooks, wondering what story he should tell from his head and not too scary for them to have nightmares. He cleared his throat and let the story begin. ***** "It's not that long ago (How long! Anna asked), only few years ago in the city of New York (Hey, that's where we live! Alicia said). There was a beautiful young girl named Cindy. She lost her mother right after her birth and only had her father with her for most of her young life. The father loved Cindy very much since she looked exactly like her beautiful mother. So she had all sort of parties in the house and had all kinds of childhood friends. She was the star of her parties and loved it. Then, her father remarried and the stepmother had two other daughters of her own from previous marriage. Cindy's father was rich but had a weak heart. Soon after the wedding, he died of heart attack, and somehow all the money was given to the stepmother after his death (The father didn't know about how to setup a trust fund for Cindy? Anna asked) The stepmother (The evil stepmother! Alicia prompted and both girls giggled at the suggestion), the EVIL stepmother was very evil. She wanted the best for her own two daughters that were a few years older than Cindy and nothing for the poor Cindy that now was without a daddy to look after her in this cruel world. So the two stepsisters didn't lift a finger to do work around the house, but Cindy had to wash clothes (Don't they have washing machine? Anna asked), sweep and wipe the floor (Don't they have a maid? Alicia asked) and she had to do all the shopping everyday (You mean she didn't know how to order stuff from the Internet? Both of the girls asked in the same time). Cindy was then only going to high school and was a good student and was accepted into most of the Ivy League schools upon graduation (What's Ivy? Both of the girls asked.) No more questions, you two, or I'll stop the story now! Good, keep the mouths close and don't make a sound unless you have to. Where was I? Oh, the high school graduation. But poor Cindy didn't have money, so she went to the community college, and still had to work her daily heavy workload at home. So she was very busy everyday, didn't have time to socialize with classmates or friends, and had to take buses, the subway or even walk to school everyday. Both of her stepsisters were also going to colleges, but they took easy courses and partied every night, and they had limo service everywhere they went. Yes, you two can open your mouth to breath now, but don't make a sound. You almost turned your face blue without breathing, Anna. Of course, for those parties, poor Cindy had to prepare all sort of things for the two-step sisters. She had to wash their long and tangled hair for them, help them find clothes and purses in their large walk in closet in their room up in the third floor of the building, and taking their beautiful gowns and dresses to the drycleaner and back before and after the parties. Cindy was living in the basement next to the noisy boiler and heater, just a small cot, a dresser and a desk, and didn't have that many clothes to wear, most of them were hand-me-downs from those two sisters. Still Cindy didn't really mind, she was happy for reasons that her stepmother and stepsisters never did found out why. It drove them crazy, too. So when the parties started, Cindy had to hide somewhere in the house, stealing glances at the parties from behind close doors, just wanting to see how happy all other girls her age were. And every night she would be dreaming that she could attend a party like that in her honor. But when the daylight came, she was back in her small and noisy basement room; ready to start working on her daily assigned household chores. Hey, you two. Don't cry too much, it's just a story, okay. Then, one day the mailman delivered some good news for all three young women in the house. The richest man's handsome son had just returned to New York City after studying abroad in London (Where's London? Anna asked), and now would be working for his father in the family firm. So the richest man wanted to have all the other wealthy and famous families' young single daughters attend his son's 23rd birthday party to properly introduce him. So he sent out three of the birthday party invitations to the three young girls plus their parent, inviting them to the party of the decade, to be held in two months. Yes, the son is very cute, handsome and has blonde hair. Yes, he's rich also. How rich? He can buy 10 happy meals every day for the rest of his life and still have money to buy and eat ice cream cones everyday. No, his name isn't Prince Charming always riding on his white horse in the city. Nobody rides horses any more. I wish they did. Where were we? Oh, the invitations to the party, the birthday party. Yes, it had candles. Yes, twenty-three of them, lighted, on the birthday cake. Ice cream cake, five levels. No it didn't fall off. Yes, the son got to blow it out and make a wish. What wish? Not going to tell you yet. No, no! I have to continue the story and you will find out in the end, okay? So, back to the invitations. The three young women got their own invitations and all were excited. But the stepmother told Cindy that it must be a mistake for the richest man to send an invitation to her because she shouldn't be on the guest list at all, since she was really just a maid in all senses of the word. The two stepsisters laughed at her and told her it must be a stupid computer error for Cindy to get invited to the party. And there was no way the stepmother would allow her to attend the party at all, since she had work around the house that day. Yes, it was cruel for the stepmother and stepsisters to say that. No, your mother would never say such thing like that to you two. No, you can't invite the whole city to your next birthday party! Cindy's heart was crushed. She thought she could attend the party. She thought just for once in her life, she could relive her childhood of grand big party that no longer possible with her father's passed away. She wanted to dress up once more time, in beautiful evening gowns and dresses, modeling in front of the mirror and let others in the party admire her beauty. Cindy asked her stepmother that if she finished all the housework on time for that whole weekend, could she go to the party just for a while. The stepmother and the two stepsisters looked at each other and held on to their laughter, and told her with barely straight faces that if she did really finished all the work around the house before the party, then she could go. Cindy was suddenly happy with the good news and went on with her housework. The three women saw her leave the room and couldn't hold on to their laughter inside any longer. They laughed so hard about their joke on poor Cindy, since all three knew that there would be no way Cindy could finish all the work around the house, not if they could help it. Yes, the three of them are very evil, bad, bad people. E V I L, evil. No, not eleven, evil. So for two months, Cindy had that dream of being able to attend the party. So she worked hard and fast, finished all the tasks her stepmother and stepsisters gave her without question. The floor in the house was spotlessly clean and mopped every single day. And she also helped her stepmother and stepsisters to pick out gowns for that special party that now had the whole city just waiting for the day to come. So every night, Cindy moved her tired body down to the basement to study and to sleep, after cleaning away the dirty dinner dishes and locking all the doors in the house. It was in her basement bedroom that she then could reveal the secret that her family didn't yet know about. No, she didn't have a monster in the basement helping her. No, there's no monster in the heater or boiler either. No, not under her bed either. No, not on her bed either. There was no monster in the story at all! Poor Cindy had an old 100 MHz laptop computer. No, not an iMac with blueberry color cover. No, not a brand name computer like IBM or Sony. Not a Toshiba either. Yes, it was very slow computer but not made in the middle ages. She used the computer to work on her homework and to surf the Internet. No, her stepmother didn't need to see what she was surfing on the net every moment. No, it wasn't T3 line or even DSL, the modem she had, was only 28.8 kbps, using the 2nd phone line that was rarely used in the household. No, she didn't have a cell phone, not even a pager. But she had a small Palm pilot PDA with her, a gift of sort from her father's old friend few years back. No, not the color one, it's the original Palm pilot. But Cindy was able to paint the PDA shell to the color of baby blue and royal blue, her favorite colors. Yes, this is the secret I'm about to tell you about. I'm going as fast as I could with all the questions you two are asking! You see, since her father died, Cindy always dreamed that if she was a boy, then maybe her stepmother and stepsisters wouldn't treat her this way and as a boy, she might be even able to attend those famous universities instead of staying home and going to the community college. So she had a secret identity on the Internet and she assumed a boy's name and found a group of friends that accepted her little unusual fantasies and the group of friends that never met face to face was able to enjoy stories via the Internet and via emails. Cindy was somewhat good at writing stories but she was too shy to publish them since she usually wrote them for herself and reading enjoyment during her few and little private times she had in the basement. But some of her online friends periodically did tell her that her stories were great. But she was shy and didn't want her identity to be found. So she asked one of her on-line best friends, Eric, to release some of her stories under the "Eric and Friend" since Eric also edited most of her stories before releasing them on the net. Yes, Eric is handsome and cute. Yes, I think he's already married to someone else. No, Cindy and Eric never did meet face to face. So, where was I? No, we already gone over the invitation part. No, we already talked about it was not a blueberry color iMac computer. No, it's not orange color or lime color either. The group of friends on the Internet. Oh, yes. It's called, uh, FM. What's it stand for? Can't tell you that, you're too young to go there. No, we are not going to find it on the computer now, you two have to stay in bed and get ready to asleep before your Mom gets home. There were a lot of people in the FM group and other related mailing lists. There was Mindy, which everyone called Mom. No, she's not really anyone's mother on the list, I think. There's Anne-Mal, Wendy, Julie, Bashful, Caleb Jones, Robo, Sapphire, Ellie, Paul 1954, Morpheus, JDG, JRD, Tryxi, and many others. No, they don't live together at all. No, most of them are not related as a family. No, they don't meet face to face in person with each other to chat every night. No, I don't think Big Bird, Blue or Barney are there. No, no one there is called Ernie or Oscar! So she shared the good news with her friends on the net, they were all excited for her. They all wanted to help her to look her best in that big and important party. So some of them found their old prom dresses and sent them to Cindy. But since she didn't want her family to know she had another group of friends on the Internet, those gifts were sent to Cindy's part time job office address where she worked in the community college as secretary to one of the department heads. And Cindy was good at sewing. So for most of the two months, she worked very hard on those gowns. They were a little beat out and out of fashion and she tried her best to transform them back to beautiful dresses again. The other gifts came to her too, shoes, purses and all the others things to make a young woman look beautiful to the world. So, it was the weekend for the party. The day finally came. Everyone invited to the party was so excited and all were up in the morning to preparing for the big and important party. Cindy was no exception. She worked hard that morning and finished all the many things she was forced to do. Of course, her stepmother suddenly decided that all the linen bed sheets in the house needed to be washed that day, her stepsisters for some reason found that most of their gowns needed to be dry cleaned that day, and all the shoes in the house needed to polished and shined. But Cindy did all of the jobs by noontime; she was so happy that she was able to go to the party. Yes, she even took out the garbage and fed all the fat and lazy dogs and cats in the house, and even the loud birds. So when she bought up the promise that her family said they would keep two months ago during their lunchtime, the stepmother and the stepsisters all laughed so hard that they almost choked to death while eating. NO, they didn't die. What do you mean 'too bad!'? Wait a second here; I'm the one telling the story, okay? Get back into bed and stay there, don't try to sneak out of the room and use the computer. Cindy looked at her family and didn't understand why they were laughing so hard. Her stepmother, yes, EVIL stepmother, pointed her finger at Cindy and told her there would be no way for Cindy to attend the party, not ever! Yes, that's very rude. No, your mother won't do that to you. She loves you. Nobody loved Cindy. So Cindy was all heartbroken and started to cry and fled to her room in the noisy basement. Her family was all smiling and followed her, and saw the two gowns Cindy had worked on for the last two months. The stepmother knew she had to do something to stop Cindy's dream of attending the party, so she picked up a pair of scissors she found in the room and cut up the first gown. Yes, that stepmother was a very bad person. Cindy was crying on her bed with her head in the pillow, and heard the sound of scissors working, so she got up and saw one of the gowns she had worked so hard for the last two months was shredded by her wicked stepmother. Cindy was totally shocked and didn't know what to say. Her dream gown was cut up in little pieces. Her stepsisters were still laughing and took the scissors from their mother's hand and did the same to the second gown! The three laughed at destroying Cindy's dream in few quick minutes, and left the basement to get ready for the party that night. Cindy was still crying, very hard. Okay, very, very hard. Her two months of backbreaking work had been for nothing, nothing! All that was left of her happy dreams was the pile of cut up dresses on the floor. There was no way she could attend the party that she had been dreaming of for the last two months. No, she didn't have the money to go to department store and buy a new gown. No, Cindy will not able to borrow one of the gowns from her stepsisters or even her stepmother. No, she can't borrow any gowns from her neighbors or friends! A few minutes later, her stepsisters yelling from the top floor and told Cindy that she needed to get up there to help them dressed for the party. Cindy wiped the tears from her face and obeyed the orders of her sisters and helped to brush their hair, putting on makeup, finding the shoes, purses and finally helping the two of them into expensive and beautiful gowns that Cindy only could be dream of in her happiest dreams. But her stepsisters had some problems to get inside the beautiful gowns, even after they had been dieting for the last two months. Even with Cindy's help, they couldn't get into their gowns. That is, until the stepmother came into the room and finally managed to squeezed the two stepsisters into the gowns that revealed too much of their skin. The stepmother was also dressed up in a nice and beautiful gown, counting on the chance the rich young man might be interested in an older woman. A much older woman. Yesterday the three went to an upscale salon to have their hair done, plus nails and the necessary massage session to loosen their bodies for tonight's party. It took about four hours for the three-wicked woman to get ready, finding the shoes and purses, and the invitations. All the while they screamed at poor Cindy. Her stepmother told Cindy that she had better not try anything funny, and to be sure, she would call home at 11:30pm to see if Cindy was at home, just to check up on her. Cindy's party invitation was left on the table as the three of them boarded the black limo that was waiting for them outside the house, leaving Cindy looking through tear filled eyes at their departure. Her dream was gone, only thing she could hold on to was the invitation card that was printed in gold and silver on some expensive paper. Cindy took the invitation, the only link now she had to the party of her dreams, down to her room, and had endless tears rolling down her face. She turned on her laptop and soon was on the net. She went on the FM chat room, where a few of her friends were and soon they were asking why she was logging on to the chat room and not in the party. Are you two getting sleepy yet? Do you want me to finish the story next time? No? Okay, I'll continue until you two fall asleep, okay? Good. With tears in her eyes, Cindy told the friends that there would be no way she could attend the party of her dreams! She told her friends in the chat room what had happen just few hours ago. The news of her heartbreak spread via emails to others friends on the net. And soon, almost everyone was there in the chat room, trying to find a way to get Cindy a gown and get her to the party on time. Then, Mindy logged on to the chat room. Yes, that's the one everyone called her Mom. No, I don't know how old she is, but she is beautiful. Yes, and tall, and thin, and she looks like Audrey Hepburn - you don't know who Audrey Hepburn is? ---- Let me finish the story, all right? Mindy decided that Cindy really needed some major help, so she called out the big guns. You see, Mindy has some special powers that not everyone knows about. She's a computer wizard and that was the reason she was able to put together FM site and other related stuff. And for money, she had some secret ways of getting funding, like the Fictionmania Mansions. (Author's note: This is an universe that is still under early development stage and stand a very good chance of not ever seeing the light of day for the next few years because writing on it is stuck and not moving forward for the last two weeks. It's a very complex universe that the author had forgot some of the details that were already thought out. So don't get your hopes up too high.) But it's the group of friends that she had that really could have help Cindy out this time. So Mindy made a few contacts and asked for Cindy's home address. Before Cindy could start crying again, a beautiful gown, matching shoes, a purse, other items of clothing necessary to give her the full and best appearance for the party, even a famous makeup artist and hairdresser showed up! Cindy wiped away her tears and went to work. So 20 minutes later, Cindy was ready to go. The gown made her look so beautiful and so sexy in the same time. But, she had no way of getting to the party! But there was nothing to fear. Others in the chat room had talked about it and Anne- Mal hacked into one of the limo service's computer and redirected the limo for the UN general secretary to Cindy's house and for her free use for the night, plus tip already charged to Donald Trump's expense account. So when Cindy stepped out of the door in the beautiful gown with expertly applied makeup and nicely done hair, she saw the white limo was waiting for her. She locked the door behind her and making sure for the fifth time the invitation was at hand, she moved gracefully down the steps in front the house in the beautiful gown. With the sound of the clicking high heels hitting the brick pathway and driveway, she walked to the waiting limo, still unsure if she was in fact dreaming. Cindy got in the limo and was soon on her way to the party. It was a full moon night, just like tonight is. And the ray of the moon cast a chiffon kind of illusion on Cindy's face as she walked from the front entrance of the hotel into hotel garden in the back where the party was held. The party area was already underway, and Cindy was half an hour late. She made her grand entrance as the last invited guest and the announcer told the room full of guests that she had arrived. "And now, I'm glad to introduce to you, Miss Cindy!" Everyone turned their heads toward the entrance of the party, with their mouths wide open. Cindy was not just beautiful, but her beauty was beyond words. Other men in the party started asking who's daughter was she and all the women started to chat away, verbally shredding her gown, makeup and hair. The world's richest man saw his son, Walter, brake away from the group of 12 young women that were dying to be his girlfriend, and he moved towards Cindy. She was so nervous she didn't know what to do next. No, there's no program guide she could follow. The handsome young man, Walter, swept Cindy off her feet and the two started to dance. They soon were the center of attention! All the other girls were furious about Cindy taking away their chances, while other young and old men in the party wondered if they would ever had a opportunity to dance with the most beautiful young woman in the party. Cindy and Walter danced the night away and never wanted to be apart for even one little second. While not dancing, the two feasted on the food and drinks, feeding each other's that ended with smiles and some giggles. Other girls in the party did attempt to get Walter away from Cindy, but his heart was captured by Cindy's beauty, down to Earth altitude, and easy to be with from the first moment they talked. So they danced, talked, chatted, or just looked at each other's eyes for rest of the night, unaware of others in the party. Cindy's stepmother and stepsisters had been among the first introduced to Walter when the party started, and now they were sitting in the corner table and all by themselves. (Nobody liked them!) The stepmother was looking at Cindy and Walter, still didn't believe that her daughters weren't able to even have a little time with Walter! She had no idea whom that young woman with Walter was, and had tried for the last hour trying to find out. But like everyone else, no one had any clue whom she was. As for the two stepsisters, they were all had their eyes locked on the buffet serving table. With two months of dieting only on vegetables, the leg of the lamb roast looked mighty good for them, even if that meant they might burst open the dresses they were wearing. Hey you two, how come your so quiet? Are you two already asleep? If that's the case, we will finish the story next time. Not that sleepy yet? Okay, I'll continue the story. So any way the disappointed evil sisters ate so much that they did split their dresses and everyone laughed at them. They had to have their dresses pinned back on and the maid doing it laughed so hard they often got stuck with the points! Yes, girls that is funny, but don't giggle so loud. So under the full moonlight, the couple dancing the night away and made the big band performing really worn out for playing songs continuously for three hours. The richest man on earth managed to break away from all the angry parents whose daughters weren't able to dance with Walter, and he saw the look between the young couple now holding each other closely during a slow dance on the dance floor. He could see they were a match made in heaven. And they were madly in love, not to even letting go of each other's hands after dancing. He was happy for his son to be able to find such beautiful, loving girl. Cindy and Walter still holding hands, each other's body was pressed against the other, and enjoying the slow dance. Cindy hoped the night would never end; she was the star of the night and Walter was so handsome and so sweet. But she knew the night had to end sooner or later, and it was then someone's cell phone rang that remind Cindy that she had to be back in the house by 11:30pm. Cindy asked Walter what time it was, he told her that the night was still young and they could dance until the morning dawn. Cindy smiled at the reply but she knew she might be in trouble soon. So she asked Walter again and he looked at his watch and Cindy saw it was few minutes after 11pm already. She started to be nervous, and trying to find where her purse was, and ready to leave. Walter tried to convince her that there were still lots of partying to do, but Cindy told him that she had to go. Walter tried to follow her, but other girls in the party finally saw the chance and stopped him dead in his tracks before Walter could manage to ask for Cindy's phone number. Cindy hurried went out of the garden, and went to the hotel parking lot where all the limos were parked. She saw her white limo, but it was boxed in by all the other limos and there would be no way she could sort it all out and get back home in time. She reached into her purse and found there was two hundred dollar bills in it, a gift from her friends in the FM chat room. She smiled and hurried walk to the hotel entrance and managed to hail the white taxicab just about to pull out. Cindy didn't realize that her Palm pilot PDA had just fell out of her purse and landed on the thick carpet at the hotel entrance. Walter managed to break free from the group of desperate young women, only to see his love of the night was about to leave the hotel. He ran after her, but he was much too late. The only thing Cindy had left him was the memory of the night, the smile that would forever stay in his mind. He stopped in the hotel entrance and was about to asked the doorman if she told them where she was going or where she lived at. He saw on the carpet was a Palm pilot PDA, and the doorman told him that the lady who had just left had dropped it. Walter picked it up carefully and saw it was still in one piece. He turned it on, hoping to get some information out of the little gadget about Cindy, and maybe her phone number and home address. But, to his dismay, the built in security function had required him to input a password in order to access any information out of the PDA, a helpful function that Cindy had used to keep her family out of her little private world. Yes, Cindy was a smart girl. No, you can't put a password on your computer now; at least you mother won't let you to do that until you're old enough. Walter holding on to the PDA, the only physical thing he had of Cindy now. Would they meet again, or not? Would she come back right away now as she found she had dropped her PDA in front of the hotel? Would there is any way for Walter to crack the password and access the little gadget and find its owner that way? He looked up at the full moon and almost wanted to yell out a cry, a cry of desperation, or a cry of a man that had just lost his love. Yes, it sounded like when he lost his puppy or a kitty cat. No, Anna, you can't have a puppy. No, Alicia, you can't have a kitty cat either. Inside the taxi, the taxi driver was talking about he was used to be a famous lawyer. But Cindy was too nervous about the 11:30pm phone call her stepmother might call at home to check on her. If she wasn't able to answer, she remembered her stepmother's threat to kill her! Besides, she was still dreaming about that handsome and wonderful Walter, his smile, his little weird British accent, and the wonderful and sexy male smell of him. It was a great and wonderful night for her, and she had done everything she had wanted and expected. And talk about smell, where did that awful sewage smell came from? She was jolted out of her dreams by the Taxi's smell. Huh, it kind of smelled like a rotten eggs. You two remember the several eggs you two didn't find after Easter Egg hunt around the house, and certain parts of the house started to smell like that. Right, good you two do remember. No, you can't go to the bathroom to throw up now. Yes, the taxi driver speaks perfect English with no accent. What are you two laughing at? Yes, I know the idea of taxi driver speaking good English in New York is very funny. Little over 20 minutes and with fare of 13.40 dollars later when the taxi carrying Cindy arrived in front of her home that she realized she had lost her PDA. It was too late for her to get back to the hotel and search for it, she decided. She only had a minute or two to spare before 11:30pm! She almost kicked the taxi door open and when she was stepping out, the taxi driver yelled at her. No, he wasn't about to rob her or jack up the fare price. No, he didn't have a gun. No, he didn't want to have her phone number. No, he wasn't-------let me finish the story, okay? So the taxi driver yelled at Cindy and told her. "Have a nice evening, Miss!" One moment, Cindy was having problem of getting out without tearing her dress, the next moment she was sitting back in the taxicab. But, she was now sitting in the front, in the driver seat; on the wooden beat seat covers taxi drivers are known to love to have, with a black steering wheel right in front of her. No, she wasn't teleported there. No, she wasn't dreaming. Aaaahhhh, quiet, you two! Let me finish the story! Cindy turn to her right side, and she saw HERSELF outside of the taxi cab, wearing that beautiful gown and all dressed up, reaching into her purse. This new Cindy smiled and gave the old Cindy a hundred dollar bill, and told her to keep the change. Cindy was totally shocked to see herself standing in front of her, and then saw herself run into the house and was able to answer her stepmother's phone call just in nick of time. Cindy sat in the driver's seat and still haven't any idea what had happened. Her mind was mostly focusing on the hundred-dollar bill she was holding, telling her what a big tip she got and she could buy food and toilet paper now. But another part of her mind was telling her that it must be a nightmare, a bad dream, or even a joke. She looked at her dirty clothes, her hands, and between her legs, and she found she was the taxi driver now. Yes she was a man, a middle age man with beer belly. Yes, boy has little penis and girl has vagina. No, your mother isn't thinking about getting a little brother for you two now. Now can we get back to the story? So poor little Cindy just sat there and a few minutes later she started her new life as the taxi driver. Her beautiful body was gone. The taxi came to life, went back on the road under the full moon. Yes, her body was stolen by that evil taxi driver. The one in the taxi driver's body is the real Cindy and the fake Cindy is now inside her house busy undressed and wiping away her makeup, because her stepmother and stepsisters might be home in half hour because the party was over. Yes, Walter told everyone to go home right after Cindy left the party. And----- ***** Just as then the sound of someone opening the front door to the house. The old man heard the sound and looked at the two grand daughters. They were still wide awake, but widely afraid with the bed sheet covering their head all the way up, only showing their eyes to the world. "Hey you two, your mother's home and you two are supposed to be sleeping now." The grandfather said with a smile. "But your story scared me so much that I can't go to sleep," Anna told her grandfather. Alicia vigorously nodded her head in agreement. "You two wanted me to tell you some story that wasn't from those story books and you also promised me that you wouldn't be scared of the story, right?" "BUT we didn't know!" the two of them answered at once. The grandfather was still smiling. Kids, he told himself. "Go to sleep now. Would it help if I tell you that the story wasn't real?" The two girls nodded their head. "Good. Then go to sleep now. I will need to talk to your mother." "Grandpa?" Anna said as the old man moved the chair back where it belonged and was about to leave the room. "Yes, Anna?" "I would never take a taxi again!" Anna said. "Me either!" Alicia quickly said. "Okay." The Grandfather said with a smile. "Good night angels, and go to sleep." He left the room and closed the door behind him. While slowly walking down the hallway, he saw his daughter was sitting in the living room, massaged her foot after wearing high heels for the last five hours. "How's the blind date?" the old man asked as he entered the living room. "He wasn't a nice guy, but one can't be too picky when you over 30 with two little girls." His daughter smiled. She looked back at him as he gave her a quick massage on her shoulder. "How are the girls?" she asked while ready to stand again to check on her daughters. "Just about to fall asleep when you got home. Nothing major to report, got them to bed at the bedtime hour, but none of them were that sleepy. So I read them several stories and finally bored them enough to fall asleep, or about to." "Thanks, Dad. Do you want me to call a taxi to get you back home?" the daughter asked. But she knew it wasn't going to be accepted. "No, no. I'll just walk to the street and flag one down. It's full moon tonight and might be a good night to take a walk on the city street a little, you know." The old man said and leaned over to kiss his daughter good night. As he left the apartment, the daughter wondered why her father had always liked to take a taxi ride or two on a full moon night. It started about five years ago. Wasn't he worried about being robbed or something by one of the city's lesser taxi drivers. Was it five years already? Oh, yes. She remembered it now, right after that famous party the Pascal family, the richest of the world, gave for their young son. She had wished she could be there, but she was married then. Besides, a bookkeeper's daughter would never made to the invitation list anyway. She went to her daughter's room and checked on them huddled under the covers and called it a night. ****** The old man was slowly walking down the side street of the city and finally getting to the busier streets where he could easily flag down a taxicab. He had been taking taxicab rides on full moon nights ever since that fateful night. The story he told his grand daughters weren't yet totally finished; at least some part of it was still best left untold to those young angels. He looked at each taxicab passing him, hoping to see the familiar face he saw that night. That night, after the new taxi driver drove off, he had picked up an old man on the street heading back to his apartment across town. 25 minutes later with fare of 13.10 dollars, the new taxi driver, as always nice and told the old man to "Have a good night, mister!" And at that moment, the former Cindy, then the taxi driver, moved again to the body of the old man outside of the taxi cab, still confused, and still wondering what had happened. He paid the fare in full plus lots of tips and walked inside his new small but clean apartment. The next few days, he followed the New York City newspapers and tabloids about the Pascal family and their search of the mystery young woman their young and handsome son had fallen in love with. They tried almost everything, hiring private detectives and other means. Finally it was their son Walter's idea to check all the party attendee's invitations and meet them in person to ask if they had lost something from the party. And if they could correctly describe the Palm Pilot PDA from the outside, and if they could then provide the correct password to unlock the little gadget. After contacting almost everyone on the list, they finally came to the house where Cindy and her family lived. The first stepsister said she lost an earring, the second one said she lost her heart in the party, and the stepmother said she lost one of her glass slipper. None of them was the correct answer. But when the search party of ten of the best private detectives asked if there's any one else in the house that might have attended the party that night. The three nasty women laughed and said yes, there was another young woman in the household but there's no way she could have been there. So they called out to Cindy and according to the tabloid, Cindy appeared in a dirty overall with a gray color sweatshirt. She didn't have any makeup on her face and her hair was a mess. But the search party of ten still asked the same question. And to everyone's surprise, she correctly answered the question the detectives had asked her. And when they phoned the worrying Walter on the news, the final question was the password to unlock the PDA. And the new Cindy had no problem with that and told them it was "Cinderella" with capital C. With that answer, the PDA security feature was successfully unlocked, the owner's name and address and phone number was easily access by Walter and to no one's surprise, it was Cindy. A much cleaner and better dressed Cindy left the house that she had lived since her birth that very same day, and was sent to live in Plaza hotel and met with Walter again. The two lovebirds couldn't believe that they would ever meet again in their lifetimes, and the first thing they did was to cry their hearts out on each other's shoulders. And the biggest and most beautiful wedding followed two months later; Cindy and Walter lived happily ever after. Yes, and the new Cindy, using the best lawyers, proved that her stepmother had forged her daddy's will and the woman sent to prison and her two stepsister's lost all their stolen wealth and had to live in a cold water flat and scrub floors for a living. But for the old man in that small apartment, he was the one who lost the most and hurt the most. And he wanted to have a chance to get back all that he had lost. So from that moment on, every full moon night, he would take taxi rides all over the city, even passing his old house more than a few times in a year, just trying to remind himself whom he used to be and wanted to become again. The old man looked at three different taxi cabs that were waiting in front of a upscale hotel, and after few minutes of walking back and forth while checking out each taxi driver's face, he finally decided on the white taxi cab because it smelled the most and got in. He told the taxi driver to go all the way across town, and hoping this would be the taxi cab that would give him another chance in life to become Cindy again, the person most people would agreed to be the most beautiful woman on Earth. 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Let Taxi 69 take you on a free porn ride! Admittedly, the majority of the sites that I review are from the United States. Besides that, the other types of porn platforms that I look at are based out of China, Japan, Canada, the United Kingdom, Russia – or some other eastern European country.But rarely, I don’t often stumble across websites which are operated out of Spain. Hell, the Latina oriented websites I look at aren’t from Spain or one of its former colonies. But I’ve recently discovered a...

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TaxiDriverMovie

Let me take you for a celebrity nip slip and pokies ride at Taxi Driver Movie! Sometimes you just don’t want to settle for the easy, low hanging fruit. No, I’m not talking about that GILF down the street with the massive water-balloon tits. Pornstars are easy. Same with cam girls. You can hit up any porn site and watch do all sorts of kinky shit, but where’s the thrill? You’re supposed to see their tits, ass, and pussy. They’re not shy about that shit. Even the amateur content is meant for your...

The Fappening
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My CrazyTaxi Driver

Pinky sat at home daydreaming about the last few days. All she thought about was cocks and cum. She knew men were real turned on at the idea of sticking their cocks in an asshole, especially in a beautiful girls' like her. It made her feel good that she gave so much pleasure to them. Now, she was planning how to continue getting what she wanted, desired and craved. Pinky decided to head downtown tonight and go after what she wanted. she just wanted a to satisfy her lust.Pinky dressed herself in...

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The taxi driver

María was a Latin girl 21 yo., 1.70 mts. tall, slim,  short, golden-haired, brown eyes. Her skin bristled each time she remembered those facts that had taken place barely weeks ago in her town.  Here is her story: She used to go out and drink beer with friends, but loved to do this frequently. One of those days she dated buddies, she drank too much. She was a girl who accepted and confessed that drinking too many beers made her horny a lot, and wished to fuck like a cheap slut the first male...

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The Private confessions of a Taxi Driver

The Private Life of a Taxi Driver is, sometimes more private than you think. Taxi driving doesn't just start by taking a Passenger from point A to B, It's not so true, because in the daytime you may have a more controlled fare on the hour but at night it is normally weird people. Sometimes you have to do more than you thought you would bargain for. You will ask why? Well let me explain! People are sometimes paying you to take them from one point to another, but also want you to be their escort...

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Taxi Driver Fun

This follows on from the rest of my stories……Straight after Daddy left our house Nina sat down next to me, she started to tell me that she wasn’t angry anymore and that she wouldn’t be kicking me out as she still loved me but she wasn’t interested in me sexually as I can’t satisfy her, she told me I had never made her feel the way daddy had today. Nina said we would act as if everything is normal for our k**s but that Daddy owned us both now, and we must do what he says.Nina then said Daddy had...

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Fucked the taxi man I got home from town

So I received a text from the girls, asking me to come out last night. (Sunday) with it been the bank holiday, and not been out in some time, I said yes.Hubby minded the k**s and gave me the hall pass lol.Went into town (Dublin city) hit a couple of different night clubs, and had a great night.Obviously loads of flirting went on lol, but nothing really worth following up on.Think last orders was about 3am, which was 3 pink gin cocktails.There was 4 of us in total, 2 from north dublin and 2 from...

2 years ago
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Confessions of a Taxi Driver

Another original story from me featuring a taxi driver and a passenger unable to pay her fare.Comments always welcome on [email protected] of a Taxi Driver I have always been a ‘tit man’ as my ex wife liked to put it. She herself was pretty busty being a slim size 10 and 34D when we married. But then as the years went by she became a size 18 and 44G, a little big in all directions, even for my tastes. But I have always liked to look at busty ladys whether in porn or...

3 years ago
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Confessions of a Taxi Driver Part 1

I welcome all comments both good and bad so please feel free to leave them. Or if you prefer email me direct on [email protected] with your comments or ideas for stories. Confessions of a Taxi Driver (Part 1) I have always been a ‘tit man’ as my ex wife liked to put it. She herself was pretty busty being a slim size 10 and 34D when we married. But then as the years went by she became a size 18 and 44G, a little big in all directions, even for my tastes. But I have always...

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Susans taxi driver

Just into the new year Garry and Susan arranged to see some friends in the city. They had booked a meal and later went dancing with their friends. They also had arranged to get a taxi home from the city. It was going to cost them but it would be worth it just to get home. At the appointed time the taxi arrived at the pick up point. Susan and Garry were pretty sloshed after their night out. But they scrambled into the back seat of the car and bade their friends good night. They were hardly...

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Dragons vs DC Universe

Mount Everest, Earth The highest mountain in the World lay quietly within the ranges of the Himalayas. The clouds themselves bowed to its size and hid the top of the mountain. Only a few had ever managed to conquer this mountain. Hundreds had died trying to reach this peak. But the mountain rarely revealed its secrets. Again, and again the bodies of expeditions that had failed on the way were found. Although the mountain was the most famous mountain on the planet, nobody knew its true secret....

2 years ago
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Taxi

She wonders what is it with posh restaurants that makes them serve such small portions. God, for that price she could have eaten so much more in a normal place. And it wasn’t such high quality either. She actually could have done it better herself at home. But anyway, she reminds herself, she isn’t there for the food.   With a sigh, she looks up from her empty plate to his face. He’s still looking at her. At least he’s stopped trying to make small talk. She hates that.   “Take your panties...

Exhibitionism
4 years ago
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The taxi home with not mum

We were waiting outside for are pre booked taxi, myself and mum had been to a friend’s 50th birthday and was heading home. We were waiting outside the venue on a lovely summers night it was just before 11.30pm and we were talking about how nice it was to catch up with old friends, and how funny it was to see Dave still hitting on mum after all these year, even if it was a good friend of dads. We were both merry standing around waiting for are taxi to turn up. Mum was still a very attractive...

3 years ago
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When the Universe Calls

“Hello. No need to be alarmed. I have taken over your computer to talk to you, and I’ve frozen you and time itself so you don’t interrupt me and nobody interrupts us. Now I’m assuming this is your first time talking to a supreme being like myself. I can’t give you my real name due to its power being too much for your mortal soul, but you can simply call me the Universe. That’s normally the calls for help I answer anyways. The people who turn to gods aren’t as fun, so I leave those to my...

Mind Control
4 years ago
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Fucked a horny married lady in Taxi

It’s in the evening hours, while returning from office in a special bus service a beautiful women board in the bus. She stand behind me by holding the rod on the roof of the bus. As the bus is getting crowded gradually the space between us is decreasing. After some time I can feel the touch of her hand in my back. She holds the rod in one hand and cover her breast by other. After some timae when the bus step in to high way it took more speed and it become difficult to keep balance with one...

1 year ago
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TxM6 Taxi Murders

TxM6– Taxi Murders Murder ‘Cross the Bridge Taxi man Henry Whitman drove the George Washington Memorial Bridge 20 times every day. West to east and return — the span creaked under him. He had predicted long ago that someday the bridge would fall down like ‘Humpty-Dumpy.’ He never tired of the span during early morning hours. Sometimes the sky was an almond green to yellow to brown to orange to scarlet. ‘Just chemicals in air’ he told any fare, and then he laughed silently, and his fist...

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