Two minutes into the drive and Ben and his out of the common passenger, Marilyn have not made a sound. "Benjamin Bennett", she suspiciously mutters as she goes through a scratch pad with his name boldly written on it. "How did you... oh!", he exclaimed, noticing Marilyn with his book through his rear-view mirror. "I'm studying for my PhD", he imparted. "I can see", she replies and leans onward. "You know you're a hunky little lad", she says as she unbuckles his girdle and slowly strokes his hairy chin.
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Uber Me
Short StoryA lass looking for 'personal gain' meets an Uber driver with fervent moral ethics. Will he give in to her beddable gesticulations and beguiling locutions, or perpetuate his rectitude? Ascertain in this sublime novel
