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Mild Mannered Men The Driver

I was looking forward to tonight like passing a kidney stone.

My shift started on a low note.

The hotel had fares you didn't want.

I made sure my piece was handy.

Danger moved with her hips.

Take me to Harry's Bar.

Got a lite?

I gave her a box of matches left in the back seat.

I used my radio to call in my destination.

I need to make a stop on the way. She said.

Stop here.

She swished her way down the alley. I noticed she left her purse. I got out to give it back.

I ran after her down the alley into an uppercut.

Three thugs kneaded my kidney like they were making a pizza.

Let him go...

When they got off me, I pistol whipped a few thank yous.

Thank you back there.

I don't need a driver, but, I have an itch.

Appreciate