Alec Farmer sat in his cab with both hands grasping a half eaten burger poised just before parted lips when he saw her. She stood at the bus stop legs crossed, one hand on hip glancing coyly over her shoulder, hair flowing out behind her. She was all woman. Wide hips, a thin waist and her ample breast were pressed toward him, Alec Farmer. She could not be looking at him. She was too far away - wishful thinking. Then, she flashed him a flirtatious smile. Half of the creamy goop dropped from the bun and splattered on Farmer’s lap. He lowered the burger from his open mouth, and stared transfixed upon the girl. Electric sparks radiated outward from his stomach straightening his spine and pulling his shoulders back. Anger rose, bordering on rage, that any man would force a girl like that to be subjected to the inconvenience, or worse yet the dangers, of the city bus. Snatching a napkin from the take out bag on the passenger seat, he scooped up the mess from his crotch, and tossed the paper, along with the unfinished burger, into the bag, then knocked the bag onto the floor out of sight. He turned the key in the ignition. A horrible grinding noise startled him and he realized the engine was already running. He steered the car toward the girl never noticing city bus. Only reflex, honed by many years of high contact city driving, sent the Bus Driver’s foot down hard on the brake pedal, palm to horn, and collision was averted. It was another moment before he removed his hand from the horn. He cursed silently to himself then he, too, saw the woman. Farmer threw open his own door, causing a passing car to swerve and honk. He was out of the cab and standing before her. The bus driver yanked the doors open with an angry hiss and leapt to the ground. Farmer was prepared for the slew of insults and curses for his foolish driving but the Bus driver shouted angrily, “She was at the bus stop. She wants to take the bus!” He turned to the woman, cap in hand, “Don’t you, mam?” With a wink Farmer motioned toward his cab. The woman frowned staring at the sidewalk. “I haven’t got the money.” “Don’t worry, miss. We’ll work it out.” Farmer said as he guided her to the back passenger door, and opened it. Alec Farmer’s flesh poured into the driver’s seat with pride until the stench of fast food filled his nostrils. It could not have impressed his lovely young passenger. The bus driver watched with envy as the cab pulled away from the curb.