Reuniting
As her lips neared the swollen cockhead, Gwen remembered the cabbie. Let him watch.
The old-style Checker cab inched away from the congested airport loading zone,then pulled out into the cold, rainy January evening and headed for a downtown hotel. Inside, Gwen studied Mark's face. For all she knew, he might have found someone special while back home. Hesitantly, even shyly, she asked, "Did you miss me?”Mark nodded, "You were all I could think about on the flight up. Then the damn landing was delayed. Wer...