Selective Breeding
The cabbie had to cough loudly to get their attention. steven fished another bill out of his wallet and threw it over the seat to the driver, who said "thank you" sincerely enough that noreen vaguely wondered how much extra steven had given him.
A Tropical Liason
"i'm a cabbie, ostensibly," said the mongoose. he grinned a bit, shooting me a sly look. "although i make most of my money offering other 'services' to my passengers, particularly pretty girls with deep pockets and a desire to have a good time."
Swept Away (Six)
"about half way through the city...we take cards too," the cabby driver replied. "so...this couldn't get me to another city?" he asked with the same apathetic mood.
First Impressions Chapter 18
Jessica replied as she paid the cabbie when he pulled onto their drive. the window was fixed, but the lounge was still a complete wreck. ruth took the cases upstairs to the bedroom, and then returned to survey what could be salvaged.
Slice of Lex: Ch. 8
"did the cabby get misplaced?" her heart sank, she looked at the time and sighed, she'd missed "five," by at least four more minutes. she started to walk into the building, a sense of dread knotting her inside. her phone rang.
Fugitive's Trust Chapter 2 Part 2 of 2
Both him and the driver were dressed typical of cabbies in the small city: looking like a cross between a vagrant and a beggar. the footman bowed slightly as she got close.
The Job
"wait a second, tom the cabby?". "yes, do you know him?". "yeah, he's practically my best friend". "yea, now you mention it, he has mentioned you a couple of times".
Antone's Dilemma.txt
He paid the cabby his fare and made his way down the pathway watching the cab drive off blending itself back into city traffic. even though it was early spring there was still a clear bite in the breeze as it blew off lake michigan.
Unforgotten
The cabby chuckled, a sound more like birdsong then a genuine laugh. “so, where is it you want to go?” fox leaned forwards. “take us to cdf headquarters, the one on meril and directly across from servil boulevard. know the place?” “yeah i know it.”
Party Crasher
She flashed him another coy smile and leaned forward to pay the cabbie as he quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans and limped from the backseat, holding the door open for her.
Favors
Like maybe she's the gal the cabbie passes over on banging so you know he ain't _easy_ or nothing?" "um." "works at the iga stockin' shelves 'cause shelves ain't figured out a way to slap somebody yet?" "yes. i think so.
Dolled Up
"good luck," the cabbie muttered, unaware of the weight of his words. "thanks," i replied, stepping into the crisp night air that did little to cool the fire in my veins.