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books along, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem going back once she got this mess straightened out. She thought about her girlfriends and how envious they would be once they learned that she was living on her own.
    "Miss?" the driver called.
    Again she hesitated. She really didn't know what to do. "Driver," she began, "could I give you the money and pay you to go in and check me into a room. I'll gladly pay you something for your trouble."
    The middle-aged black driver glanced back at the young girl. He knew she was young and, from the bags she had, he believed she was leaving home for the first time. He wondered what kind of chance he would have of coming back later on, after he was finished work, and spending a little time with her. She was damn sure pretty.
    It had been years since he'd had the chance to fuck a young girl, and one this pretty. He seriously doubted if he had ever had one in his life who looked half as good as she did. He licked his lips, lust flaming in his eyes.
    "Well now," he began, "I just might do that for you, if you wouldn't mind my coming back later on and checkin' on you. You know," he added, as he saw anger jump into her eyes, "just to see if you're gettin' along all right."
    Janet knew just what the old man had on his mind. She was young but she was far from being a fool. Ever since she was ten she had seen the look in men's eyes whenever they saw her. Now that she was getting older, she saw it more often. And besides, she had heard her brothers talking about it. At times, Ronald had tried putting his hand under her miniskirt, but she had always stopped him, telling him that she wouldn't do anything until after she was married. Ronald only laughed, but the hot flow of desire was in his eyes and hands. When he kissed her, he could hardly control himself. His hands went everywhere.

    Suddenly she decided to use the man's lust to her advantage. After all, she reasoned, she didn't have to open the door when he came back.
    "That might be all right," she said softly, then added, "How much does one of these rooms cost for the day? Until tomorrow at least?"
    The driver rubbed his chin. "I don't know, miss. This early in the morning it's hard to tell. I better go in and find out for you."
    He pulled the cab out of the entrance and climbed out. She watched him walk away, a strong distaste filling her mouth. Men were beasts, she reflected, as she stared after him. He was old enough to be her father, yet here he was trying to hit on her.
    In a matter of minutes the cab driver was back. He opened the rear door so that he could get a better look at her legs. From the miniskirt she wore, she revealed long, lovely thighs, which filled his mind with lust.
    "It's going to cost sixteen dollars, girl," he said, not bothering to take his eyes off her pretty legs. "If you should happen to be short of cash," he managed to say, "I wouldn't mind loaning you what you need."
    Again he wet his lips as he imagined laying his gray head down between her soft thighs. He could feel his penis getting hard and, without really realizing it, he dropped his hand down on it.
    Janet turned her head away as she fumbled in her purse. "No, that's not necessary. I have enough money to last me," she said and held out a twenty-dollar bill. "I believe that's enough for the room and for your fare. Whatever else is left, you can have it for the trouble you're going through."
    He took the money out of her hand, letting his fingers grip her wrist until she almost snatched it out of his grasp. As the man walked away, she could feel herself fighting down the urge to vomit. Please, Ronald, please, she begged quietly, be home this time when I call.

    While waiting for the driver to come back with her key, Janet climbed out of the cab and began to remove her suitcases. She wished she knew which room he was getting for her so that she could start carrying them to it.
    The driver returned, swinging a key from his hand. Instead of handing it to her,