There was a time when I often used minibuses. She worked in two cities. Naturally, you are already starting to recognize drivers by sight.

- Hello, dear girl. - the gray-haired middle-aged man greeted. His eyes began to shine, and his mouth stretched out in a friendly smile.

- Good day. Can you sit in the front seat? - I smiled.

- Of course it is possible. Why not ?! - he opened the door for me and slammed when I sat down. I called the guy, indicating that I would soon get under way, looked through the diary, made a couple of notes there, looked at the clock. There were a few minutes left.

The driver took his seat and looked back at the salon:

- You can transfer the payment, and we will go (yes, we still have a fake one).

I also got the required amount and wanted to transfer.

- You want to pay too? - Falsely surprised man and slyly smiled. - Who rides in the first seat - does not pay. You know that ...

- Okay. - I agreed and removed the money.

I knew about this unwritten rule, but I never used it. He loved to talk on the road, and I loved to take a nap. I didn’t get enough sleep at night and these constant patrols were exhausting. But this time I decided to try. It was not for nothing that she kept two of his business cards, where on the reverse side was his own hand that says: “Next. passage bes. Yes, and a couple of hundred rubles will not be superfluous.

- So, how are you? - He began a dialogue, starting the engine and driving on the road.

- All is well.

- I haven't seen you for a long time.

- OU. I do not always go with you. Sometimes I get on other drivers.

- Why are you doing this? Do not do it this way. I can be offended, - he winked, I smiled, - I must go with me, but I make a discount.

- Well, it turns out. - I said a guilty voice. He slowed down at the bus stop and picked up a woman, there were no seats in the cabin, and she opened the door to the cabin.

"Here, damn it!" - I thought frustrated and sat in the next seat, right next to the driver. Somehow I felt hot and, taking off my jacket, I put it on my knees. She put the bag over the glove compartment, deciding that if we are old acquaintances, then I can manage.

The bus started to move. The woman was surprisingly talkative. So it took the driver to talk, and I was silent. They periodically joked, I smiled. At some point, apparently deciding that I was bored, the man began to contact me with phrases like:

- No, did you hear that? - while he laughed and touched the hand of my leg.

I nodded, writing off everything on his gaiety, and did not pay attention. In the end, on his lap lay a jacket, so that he touched her.

- Thanks for the ride. - The woman said and went out, paying the road.

- Well, let's go further? - the driver winked at me. We were in an intermediate village.

- Yeah. - I nodded.

- What she talked a lot. Already, head ache! - He slowed down at the traffic lights and looked at me. - And you are silent again.

He lowered his hand and touched my foot again. I did not put my hand on the jacket, but crawled under it and stroked the leg itself.

I startled. And hurried to sit on the free seat away from him.

- Why are you? - With an innocent look he said. - Sit down closer.

- I feel comfortable here too. - I stared at the phone with a serious look.

We drove on.

- Those who are sitting at the door free of charge does not apply. - I was silent, calculating how long to go. It was about 20 minutes to the city.

- Do not be offended you. Sit down closer. - He patted his hand on the free seat. And he said it as if it were in the order of things. My brain refused to analyze the situation. Yes, I wanted to travel for free, naively believing that the price for this was a conversation, not my body.

A friend called me and I answered with pleasure. It seemed I was saved. No dialogue, no old hands in my lap. But then a guy voted along the road. I sat on the machine at the same place. The driver greeted the passenger and began to talk about something. The touch continued.I noticed that when a guy a man did not allow himself too much. Soon we drove into the city, and the guy came out, I jumped out after him, although I had to go to the final, but I wanted to provoke the situation even less.

I was confused. Unusual feeling. On the one hand, they unceremoniously tried to paw me. On the other hand, there was nothing serious. If he were younger, he might not behave like a virgin. The attention of a mature man confused me, I confess.

After that, some time passed. Either it was the same, or I didn’t really want to, but during the trips I didn’t come across this particular driver. It was spring. Warm day, when I finally got dressed easy and feminine. Skirt! Yes, it is light skirt-razletayka to the knees. It seemed to me that all men notice and look back at the pretty red-haired girl. Well, I have such states. Moreover, the weather allowed. And it coincided that today was the anniversary of my acquaintance with my young man. On this occasion, I spent the extra half an hour in the bathroom, putting myself in order. I felt the freshness of my body, the freshness of the weather and was immensely happy. Smiled. Yes, at such moments a smile does not leave my face.

I approached the bus station. I asked the driver if the front seat was free and sat down on the seat. Departure time was approaching, and the driver with someone spoke on the phone. Then a gray-haired man appeared from the station, shook hands with the driver and, opening the door, got behind the wheel.

“Isn’t he the driver?” - I asked timidly.

- Not. - He shook his head. - He looked after the car while I was leaving. What is it?

“Nothing,” I smiled. Even this man could not spoil my mood now. - I'm just confused.

- Do not be confused. We'll fly right now. Pass on the fare! - He turned to the salon, where several people sat, and my phone rang.

It was my favorite. The heart often beat. He is waiting. He wants to know when I will come. And I will lie, I can not and he will be upset, and I will come and run to him, hug and ...

- So you are not working today? How nice! - these words brought me back to reality. - My friends invited me to the sports bar. You know, they play today ...

I did not hear further.

So, I was preening for half a day here, yesterday I did wax waxing, before it was overgrown for 2 weeks like a hobbit, I went to the intimate zone with a mirror to be perfectly smooth. Lotion in the skin rubbed, hair laid in curls, as he likes. And then bang! As if hit on the head. He forgot about the anniversary! Is football more important to him ?! So let him go with his friends to hell! I don't want to see him anymore! I'll find someone to have fun today!

I turned off the phone. Oh, what a wicked I was. If someone would give a reason now, how would I have torn him up.

- Beautiful, and where are you going? - the driver interrupted the flow of my indignation, distributing the bills in places.

“I’m to the end with you,” I smiled and, sitting closer, I took out my wallet.

“I won’t take any money from you.” - The man winked.

- Yes ... - I took out his business card with the right to free travel and handed it to him. - I was not going to. I know the rules. I like to ride with you (paused).

- So this is great! - He started the car.

- I only have one request for you.

- I listen to you, honey.

- Be careful, and then you never know ... we do not need an accident.

- Do not worry, daughter! I've been driving for 30 years now.

We left. Well, old man, I'll arrange it for you today!

- What are your plans for the day? - He began a conversation for decency.

- Wonderful! - I flashed my predatory eyes and unzipped a couple of buttons on the jacket. - It's hot today.

My chest is of medium size, but the man launched his lustful look at the hollow.

- I wanted to go on a date today.

- Such a girl can not be alone. - He switched speed and touched my knee. I did not understand: it happened by accident or on purpose.

- Do you think? - I turned slightly ...