An Uber Home

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A short sigh of frustration escaped her lips as Addy sat into the back seat of an uber, closed the door, and adjusted a short black skirt beneath her. “Heading home miss?” The driver asked. “unfortunately..” she replied. The driver gave her a soft empathetic smile through the rear view mirror and pulled away from the curb. She hadn’t planned on leaving alone, but her husbands behavior at the bar was inexcusable. What intended to be a couples night out with friends quickly turned into an uncomfortable and insulting evening. As she starred out the window into the dark, although busy, streets. Anger welled up within her as she decided how to approach the situation with her husband once he came home. “Why can’t men just keep it in their, pants?” She interrogated fiercely, startling the driver. “I uh.. I’m not sure what to tell you miss.” He hesitated. She sighed again, “I’m sorry, I’m just…  I don’t mean to take it out on you.” Again, he offered a broken smile through the rear view mirror and briefly caught her eyes. The street lamps periodically illuminated Addy’s face, catching the drivers interest immediately. Long brown hair, framed a lightly glittered and narrow face. Deep hazel eyes contrasted a fair complexion with beautiful natural make up.