SECRET STORIES FROM BEHIND THE WHEEL

How would you define friend? The dictionary tells us that the definition is, a person with whom one enjoys mutual affection and regard. I was always told that a person who is a friend would be there for you not only for the good times, but the bad as well. By the end of this experience, I thought maybe the term “friend” is used too lightly these days.

When I arrived with the limo to pick up my customer for the evening I knew right off the bat that this was not going to be a dull situation. I saw a young gentleman patiently waiting for whatever events the evening would bring. Rick was his name, handsome, brown hair, six foot, about 180 lbs., and streamlined body. Rick was holding a few bags and told me that he would keep them in the limo for his personal needs. He asked, “Do you have any ice and beverages for the trip?” I explained that I always carry ice with a plentiful supply of soda and beer. Rick was satisfied since he had a couple of bottles of champagne that he wanted to keep chilled. He seemed a little nervous as he proceeded to unload his bags that included champagne, a bottle of vodka, orange juice, and a tray with chocolate-covered strawberries, kiwi, crackers, chips, jumbo shrimp, and miscellaneous delights.

That was only one bag; the other contained a video camera and a regular camera to take scenic shots. And, there was another carry-on bag that was not even opened yet, but I would probably find out what it contained as the evening wore on. Rick told me the destination point, and some of the events that would take place on this journey. He told me that his guest for the evening was a young lady that was a very close friend to him. In fact, the reason he was so nervous was that this girl was getting married to his best friend in three weeks, and that in fact he was to be the best man. Now listen to this, he was in love with this girl and wanted to show his appreciation to her. This was going to be some exciting night for a friend indeed. As we approached the young lady’s apartment, Rick directed me to continue driving past the pick-up point since he thought he saw his best friend at the apartment. We drove to a nearby restaurant and he went inside to find a phone. He came back out in a few minutes saying, “Everything’s fine now, let’s head back to the apartment.”

We arrived and he went inside to get his proposed date for the evening. As I waited by the door to let the couple in, Rick walked out with this beautiful young lady that was about 5 foot 5 inches tall, 115 lbs., brown hair, and a knockout body with many, many curves. I opened the door and they proceeded to get in. Rick had directed me to drive into the city since he had dinner plans at the World Trade Center building. Rick introduced me to his girl, Danielle, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off this raving beauty. She wore a black leather skirt that was short enough for Rick to explore the inner boundaries. Her top was off the shoulders with enough cleavage to attract an army of men.

As we drove off I could hear the cork pop and knew the champagne was flowing freely. Rick had told me that this girl was special and that he was going to have one wild time with her, but what about her morals? This girl was getting married in three weeks, was this to be her last fling, or just a friendly get together with a best friend? Many people could care less about closing the privacy panel to hide their behavior; many women want to be an exhibitionist. In fact, by law the panel should be down for insurance purposes so no illegal happenings occur. It didn’t take Rick long to reach first base with expectations of hitting a home run. The champagne was bubbling and the laughter grew louder as the music in the background highlighted the romantic evening. My view was perfect from the rear mirror, and Rick had previously told me that he wanted me to view his planned adventure.