The New York Taxi Back Seat Book

We thought ab@ut getting married then, but I was in the middle of my first big movie and he was on a contract to do a nationwide tour and we decided we wouldn't spoil a beautiful love affair with marriage. But that morning we lay there soaking in each other, my tits hot on his chest, his weight on me, his cock going soft until it finally fell out of me and his come ran down the inside of my thigh. "Ruby," he said, "I guess you've bribed me." "I meant it to be that way," I said "but now that I know you I don't give a shit about this pissy little contest. You vote the way you want to. I'll make it without being Miss Mountain Flower." "Ah'm glad yew said that, gal," he said, giving me the western accent shit. "Because all along I was going to vote for the best girl." Which, of course, was me. CHAPTER SIX Yep, as I went through the next few years I'd watch Rod's career and now and then our paths would cross and there'd be a hot time in the old town, whatever town or city it was. Ever get fucked in a New York taxi? It's wild, especially if you do it on the day before Christmas Eve, with the streets a true madhouse, cars blowing and honking and having fender benders all around and people screaming and banging on the sides of the cab at pedestrian crossings and big trucks passing in the other lane and the drivers doing double takes as they look down and see two people naked from the waist down screwing like minks in the back seat ...»