Guy or girl, a drunkard was the last person a cabbie wanted. Worse is if the drunkard was a lady, you had to take precautions to avoid unnecessary allegations.
Okay, never mind. Gave her some rest and will wake her up once we reached Pasir Ris.
I turned around again, her legs were still stretching out and spread. Her hair fell on her face. I wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep. I dared not look again and continued driving.
Once I reached Pasir Ris, I called her out.
Me: “Miss, miss. Pasir Ris already.”
I called her many times. No response. I turned and slapped gently on her right knee using my left hand.
The girl: “Err… Err… Block XXX.”
I quickly proceeded to the said block.
I knew this would be a challenge, so I parked the taxi in an available lot. Me:“Miss, miss!”
I tried to wake her up. After several unsuccessful attempts, I shook her leg. Her whole body moved, her dress lifted higher. Her cute butt cheeks now exposed, her white panties now seen clearly. She refused to wake up.
Okay, another 5 minutes and I’m calling the police. I got out of the taxi and proceeded to the left side of the taxi. I opened the door.
And there she was lying on the back seat, like prawn like posture, sleeping on the right side of the body. I could now see her lower part of the body clearly. Legs, butt, groin.
Her fair ass mocking me as if daring me to touch them. But as much as I wanted, I knew I would be in trouble.
This time I shook her shoulder vigorously.
Me: “Miss! Miss! Wake up!” I felt like slapping her for wasting my time. I gave one hard shook.
The girl: “Heyyyy… Relax!”
The girl had come around. She sat up, her droopy eyes half closed. She looked around and suddenly she gasped.
The girl: “Where am I?? Where you bring me???”