With Pleasure

It was an extraordinary night - unusually cold and particularly uneventful, at least for me. But who knew that the stars would align for us to meet. 

You were one of the many people I could possibly meet that night. I guess it was perfect timing. You were there. I was there. I took the chance. I opened the door to your car and got in. I told you I lived nearby. You said you knew that place. I silently waited. You asked for my name. I replied. 

I took a good look at you. I could see your muscled arms from where I was. You had puppy dog eyes and I guess that's what makes you really attractive. Your tight pants showed off your nice bulge. 

You told me you were thirty two and you already had four kids. I was surprised since you actually looked younger than your age. You asked me if I had kids of my own. I laughed and politely said no. You asked me if I had any plans of having kids. I shook my head. You laughed. It took no more than a smile to let you know what was going on through my head.

You asked me if I was thinking what you were thinking. I nodded without hesitation. You smiled and took my hand. You parked your car. I gladly gave in. One thing led to another and then I realized it was over. We both laughed as we were fixing ourselves.

All it took was just one quick turn around the corner and I was home. I looked at the meter. It read sixty. I took my wallet and gave you a crisp fifty and a twenty. 

"Business is business...", I told you.

"Business with pleasure...", I mumbled.

Thank you Mr. Taxi Driver. It was one pleasant ride.