I was at a nightclub with my boyfriend, Brandon, and he'd had a few too many. He was being surly and argumentative, not just with me but with everyone. He was looking for a fight and from some of the looks he was getting he was going to find one. A couple of the bouncers were heading our way as well.
I left. The bouncers would probably chuck him out the side door. They didn't like commotions out the front as they could disturb potential customers. Accordingly, I vacated the premises by the front entrance, leaving Brandon to his fate.
Now I had a problem - namely, how to get home? I only had a few dollars on me. Enough for public transport but I was disinclined to try my luck that way. A taxi was a better bet.
Now it's silly to catch a taxi with no money but if you look sober and respectable they generally don't ask you to prepay. Once in a taxi I'd get him to deliver me to an address near my place and then ditch the driver when we arrived.
I was in luck. A taxi pulled up right in front of me to let a couple of people out. I promptly slipped in, looking very demure and lady-like. I gave him the address I wanted and settled back comfortably, radiating confidence that my slightest wish would be obeyed. He hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and drove off.
As we neared my getaway address I opened my purse then made a tut-tut sound.
"Excuse me, driver," I said, smiling brightly, "I seem to be short of cash. I assume that you can handle a credit card? I should have checked earlier, I know."
"Credit cards are no problems, miss," he replied, seeming relieved.
As we approached the required address I told him to pull up the drive, fishing around in my purse while talking. He did as ordered and I was out of the car in a flash, bending over to talk to him.
"I seem to have left my credit card at home," I told him. "Just wait here while I run inside."
He wouldn't, of course. At the very least he'd get out of the car ready to chase me if it looked like I was doing a runner. I ran up the couple of steps to the front veranda and walked towards the front door, which the driver could plainly see. Then he couldn't see anything at all as the veranda light came on as did the security spotlight that shone down the driveway. All he'd see was that bright light.
That was my cue to dart sidewards and around the house. Once in the backyard I'd be over a fence and gone. Even if he came looking he wouldn't know what fence I'd gone over. Bye-bye taxi driver.
The bastard was standing in the back yard waiting for me, wasn't he? He must have run around to the back as soon as the flood-light snapped on and he moved faster than me. I came haring down the side and damn near crashed into him. I applied the brakes and finished up facing him, so close my breasts were poking him in the chest. Before I could take any evasive action he had a hold of my arm.
"Tell me, do you want me to drive to the local Police Station and press formal charges or should I drive to an ATM so you can get some cash? If you don't have your credit card with you, you'll be delighted to know that ATM's allow card-less withdrawals. I'm sure a young lady like you knows all about that sort of thing."
He escorted me back to the taxi and put me in it. The untrusting sod then did that double lock trick so I couldn't unlock the door from the inside while he went around to the driver's door. I thought that when he got in I might have a chance but would you believe he actually used the key to manually unlock the driver's door. All the other doors stayed firmly locked.
